Yan Fengchi carried the baby over to her, placing it under the blanket. Luo Xi watched, and tears unexpectedly started to fall. Her voice was hoarse, "She's so small."
"Yes, just like you." Yan Fengchi lowered his body, gently pushing aside the hair on her forehead.
"Her nose looks like yours." Luo Xi smiled, pointing at the baby's nose. "Should I feed her?"
"She just had some formula, so she's not hungry for now."
"Oh." Luo Xi smiled again, "But I'm hungry."
Nan Baihao took the bowl and spoon from Chenxing, "Then I'll feed you."
Huanhuan and Chenxing saw the two in their sweet and intimate world, completely excluding others, laughed, and walked over to the balcony to chat.
At that moment, the door to the hospital room creaked open. A little head, supported by someone's arms, wobbled in, with a sharp childlike voice and big sapphire eyes, "Mama, mama..."
