Six lion cubs, Jia Hao stared in disbelief at the cubs wrapped in fur, soundly asleep in a row, side by side.
The lion clan which was on the verge of collapsing due to the lack of an heir now had six heirs. Jia Hao was overwhelmed with joy. He did not know how to process this nor how to react calmly. There was nothing calm about the situation.
It was so beautiful to witness. Never in a million years would anyone have imagined something this miraculous happening in the lion clan. They had been saved and now had six chances of revival.
Jia Hao peeled his eyes away from his cubs to the person laying soundly asleep on a different bed. Mira. The woman who made this possible and gave his clan hope for a future. Jia Hao brushed a hand across his eyes, wiping the tears that brewed at his lower eyelids. He was so in love with her and wanted to show it.
