Pei Yibai silently watched his son, with only one thought in his heart.
This son, raised in vain.
"Honey, it's time for us to go." Handing Pei Erbao to his grandmother, Song Weiyi turned to say farewell to Pei Yibai.
Apart from that one unavoidable incident, Song Weiyi had hardly ever been separated from Pei Yibai for such a long period of time.
Right now, a sudden sense of reluctance emerged.
"Alright, remember to call me when you get there." Pei Yibai rubbed her hair gently, reminding her softly.
"I know." Song Weiyi nodded.
"I will miss you, and you have to remember to miss me too." She pouted her lips, but still said out these words.
"Of course, I will. Take good care of yourself and the child, I will fly over in half a month to pick you up."
Song Weiyi felt a sourness in her eyes; half a month, suddenly, this duration felt very long.
She leaned her head against Pei Yibai's chest, inhaling deeply the scent of him.
"Mhm."
Before Pei Yibai spoke, she withdrew her head.
