After making love, Xiaoya fell into a deep sleep, but I stayed up all night. The little person in my arms clung to my chest, and his breath was sweet. Xiaoya, having you is the luckiest thing in my life. I used to think that meeting Yan was the luckiest thing in my life, but now I only have wounds that I can't bear to touch. No matter how many years wash away the marks, there is still blood everywhere.