YuLi slowly drifted into sleep after a long, tiring day. Her tiny body relaxed at last, her breathing soft and even. She lay curled beside YoYo Jr, unaware of how carefully he was watching her. The moment her eyes closed, YoYo Jr’s playful energy disappeared. In its place came quiet responsibility and gentle love.
He moved closer without making a sound. One small arm rested protectively near YuLi’s body, as if forming an invisible shield. YoYo Jr tilted his head, studying her face, making sure she was truly asleep and comfortable. Her chest rose and fell peacefully, and that sight alone seemed to calm him.
YoYo Jr had seen YuLi cry before. He knew her fear, her hunger, her moments of confusion. Now, seeing her sleep so deeply, he felt something different—care. He adjusted his position slowly so she could lean against him. When her head touched his arm, he froze, afraid to wake her. Then he smiled softly, staying perfectly still.
A light breeze passed, and YoYo Jr instinctively shifted his body, blocking the air from her. He didn’t know why he did it. He just felt he should. His eyes stayed open, alert, watching every movement around them. For once, he wasn’t thinking about food or play. He was guarding sleep.
YuLi made a tiny sound in her dream, her fingers twitching slightly. YoYo Jr lowered his face closer and gently touched her hand. She relaxed again, her grip loosening as peace returned. The moment felt fragile and precious.
Time passed quietly. YoYo Jr remained there, patient and calm, until sleep finally pulled him in too. Even then, he stayed close, their bodies touching lightly.
In that quiet scene, something beautiful was clear. Love doesn’t always cry or call out. Sometimes, love is staying still, watching over someone who trusts you enough to sleep.
YoYo Jr didn’t say a word.
But his care spoke louder than anything else.
