As the first snowflakes fluttered down, Yin Nanfeng was already more than halfway through her postpartum confinement. The man who had spent the first half of that month accompanying her through it was now far away abroad.
Seeing Yin Nanfeng staring in a daze at the snow outside the window, her sister-in-law asked, "Nanfeng, are you worried about Rishan?"
Hearing this, Yin Nanfeng pulled back her gaze and looked at her sister-in-law, who was holding a brightly colored pellet drum and gently twirling it to produce a crisp rattling sound. Lying there, her son cooperated by reaching out his little hands to grab blindly, his head turning along with the sound as if searching for its source.
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