He Sizhe?
Li Jiaqi silently repeated her son's name again in her heart.
Her right hand seemed to have regained some feeling; she could move it now.
The little guy felt very unfamiliar with this name; every time they called him, he acted like he didn't hear.
They had to add those three words "Little Curly Hair," then he would turn his head to look at you.
His ear-length curls were fluffy and soft, making his chubby bun-like face look especially cute.
He Yingdong seemed to have endless patience with him too, teaching him over and over how to say "dad"...
The little one neither cried nor fussed, just stared at him quietly with wide eyes, but refused to learn.
One big and one small, two men, big eyes staring at small eyes—what a strange little scene...
"Miss Li, good afternoon! I'm here to give you a check-up!"
The attending physician walked in, smiling as he greeted her.
The doctor took off the neck brace from Li Jiaqi, then gently massaged the area around her neck.
