"If you can't remember something, then don't think about it; it's not anything important," Su Hongxing turned to look at Ye Qilan and touched his resolute chin, "Maybe you could think of it this way, because we are fated, no matter what, we would have met and been united."
She and he were fated to be together.
"I still really want to know under what circumstances I met you, fell for you," Ye Qilan picked up the little one and kissed the little one's rosy cheeks twice.
The child had just been born, with tiny hands and feet, everything was so miniature. In Ye Qilan's eyes, the child was so adorable, such a miraculous little being.
Since the child had just been born, Ye Qilan forbade Su Hongxing from getting out of bed and catching a cold, which meant that taking care of Su Hongxing's physiological needs fell upon him.
Seeing how Ye Qilan went about it without a second thought, Su Hongxing felt she was imposing on him.
