Just like that, the baby's name and nickname were decided.
After Grandpa and Grandpa left, the nurse carried the baby into the ward. This was the first time she had seen the baby. He had sparse fetal hair, big eyes, a small and delicate nose, red lips, and wrinkles on his forehead. He looked like an old man. He had probably been born for three days, but his face had grown a little and looked a little more radiant.
The baby was awake. His short arms were waving wildly, and his chubby little hands were clasped together. His eyes were looking around, and he looked especially cute.
&Quot; he's so cute ... &Quot; Wen Xinya's heart melted instantly. She hugged the baby in her arms and held his small hand, which was softer than cotton.
She was more than nine months pregnant and was connected to him by blood. She had been looking forward to his birth every night. Now that she was in his arms, she could not bear to let go.
