Ye Che hugged Xia Weiyi, and Xia Weiyi held Xixi in her arms, listening to the heartbeats of the two most important people in her life, thumping rhythmically. Xia Weiyi nestled closer into Ye Che's embrace and looked up to call out, "Husband."
Ye Che lowered his head, his eyes tranquil as he looked at Xia Weiyi: "What's the matter?"
Xia Weiyi stood on tiptoes, kissed Ye Che's chin, her lips curving into a smile, her voice melodious, "I love you."
Ye Che's arms tensed, he tightly pulled Xia Weiyi into his arms, covered her lips with his in a deep kiss, then gently kissed Xixi's cheek, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Wife, I love you too."
...
Three years later
Another day of blooming spring.
Xixi was now three years old, a rosy-cheeked little person, as adorable and pretty as a Barbie doll, especially with those clear and bright watery eyes, irresistibly endearing.
