An Jing smiled at An Yiyun as soon as he sat up by himself, and she immediately offered unreserved praise while petting his little head, exclaiming, "Yun Er, how can you be so amazing? You can sit up all by yourself now, without Mommy and Daddy's help. That's really impressive."
Although she said this, An Jing still felt a pang of heartache for her son in her heart.
Her son no longer needed to take medicine every day, but he was still frail, and it was because of his frailty that he had only now managed to sit up.
Her other three children had been able to sit up by themselves as early as two months ago.
Even more, all three of her other children could already crawl.
But time really did fly, and all four of her children were already over eight months old.
An Yiyun didn't realize An Jing was praising him; he just saw An Jing talking to him and reached out his tiny hands, wanting to grab An Jing's hand.
Upon seeing this, An Jing quickly extended a hand for An Yiyun to grab.