It was three days before Juhua finally saw her two babies. When she laid eyes on the two pink, tender little ones, her heart melted. Her already swollen chest felt even more tight and sore. She had already expressed milk twice, and now, seeing her two little babies, an itchiness welled up in her chest. She said to Yun Ying, "Can I feed them now?"
Yun Ying smiled. "Go ahead. They have quite an appetite. You need to be careful. Here, let me help support him. Otherwise, you won't be able to hold him for long."
Although she felt the bond of kinship, Juhua wasn't like some doting parents who baselessly believe their child is as pretty as a flower. Objectively, they were too small. She couldn't tell if they were beautiful or plain, nor did she feel they looked anything like her or Huai Zi. 'She had always thought all newborns looked pretty much the same!'
