The little child fell asleep quickly; Jia Xuan closed her eyes, and within a few minutes, she was asleep.
Her little hand clutched the fabric on her mother's chest, breathing softly and lightly, with two chubby little cheeks, rosy like two small apples.
Ou Lan gently embraced her, earnestly gazing at her little face. Her left atrium and right atrium, left ventricle and right ventricle, were all filled to the brim by this little pink bundle.
She grew from a stubborn girl into a gentle mother because she married a gentle man.
Looking at his wife and daughter, Zhan Moxiao's heart was also filled to the brim; no moment before had seemed as complete as now.
He transformed from a man who was like a lone wolf, swift and solitary, into a gentle man because he married the girl he admired the most.
