Aunt Zhang felt that she had been dismissed arbitrarily. She glanced at Shen Luo'an without a word, then turned around and left.
Shen Luo'an was cradling the infant, whose face had already turned red from crying.
He was moving his tiny arms about. He made noises that aroused feelings of affection and sympathy.
Shen Manting immersed the bottle of milk in some cold water and waited for it to cool down before bringing it out again.
She walked fast toward the infant, her heart aching for him.
She quickened her pace and hurriedly thrust the nipple into the infant's mouth.
The infant stopped crying as soon as he latched onto the bottle.
He gripped the bottle and sucked hungrily from it.
Shen Manting looked at the baby tenderly. Then she looked up at Shen Luo'an and asked, "Can I hold him?"
Shen Luo'an passed the baby to her. Shen Manting picked him up and held the bottle. Her heart melted.
