Xizeer sighed, pulled over a chair, and sat beside the cradle. He turned his head to glance at the little princess lying in the basket and suddenly realized that without attention for a few days, she seemed to have gotten a bit prettier.
Her chubby little face, tiny nose, rosy lips, and snow-white skin.
But still... just a little fellow whose beauty is hard to determine.
In Xizeer's mind, kids of this age all look the same, with no real differences.
Xizeer returned his attention to his book, ignoring the little princess.
Ming Mei and Ou Yinghan had been watching Xizeer's situation, both feeling a bit disappointed that there wasn't any interaction. Alas... what a pity.
Half an hour passed and little princess Zhuzhu woke up. Before her eyes were fully open, she started making a few sounds, seemingly about to cry.
Xizeer turned his head for a glance, reaching out to gently rock the cradle.
