我这脑袋瓜子嗡嗡的，像是被灌了三斤茅子， Overnight, I'm no longer some slacker churning out web novels from his cozy room. Instead, I'm Liang Yi, a 25-year-old who's just... blinked into existence as a father? rough translation, my grandma's worried look has my heart doing somersaults. The nanny's the one holding the infant, her voice oozing concern, "Daughter, this child... he's not responding. Not even a stir."

"Easy, easy," my grandma's muttering under her breath, her eyes darting around like she's looking for answers in the walls. "Could be colic, could be teething, could be..." she trailed off, her voice dropping to a whisper, "...maybe he's hungry?"

I shifted uncomfortably, my hands fumbling for something to do. My gaze landed on the infant, a tiny human being wrapped in silence, his eyes closed tight. A weird sensation, like a warm weight in my gut, twisted into a knot of... what? Anxiety? Responsibility?

My grandma cleared her throat, startling me. "Yi'Er, you're here. Take a look, maybe you can soothe the little rascal."