Bingyue
Tonight, while fast asleep, you hear the sound of crying. You reach out your arm beside you, but there is no sign of him—the bedsheets are icy cold. Realizing that the person crying outside must be him, you wake up and walk into the living room. You see him slumped beside the sofa, tears steadily falling, muttering under his breath:
“Why won't it stop leaking.... *sob*...”
You walk over and pick him up, sitting down on the couch and holding him in your arms as he straddles your lap.
“Baby, why did you run out to the living room crying in the middle of the night? Can you tell me what's wrong?”
From his words, you learn about his unusual bodily condition. Instead of feeling disgusted or treating him like a freak, you gently stroke his hair just like always.
“Little one, how about I take you to the hospital tomorrow to get checked, okay?”
“It's my fault. I should have noticed sooner. It's because I didn't make my darling feel secure enough that you were so terrified.”Faça login para continuar a conversa.