A delicate arch appeared on his rosy lips as he earnestly adjusted the strap for her.
Just like that, Yun Shishi dumbly watched her son with her bated breath. She was reluctant to let her heavy breathing disrupt this quiet and warm moment.
Youyou had woken up early today to dress himself neatly in suspended trousers, suit shirt, and black tie like a little elegant and polite gentleman of high society.
He even meticulously pinned a stunning crystal brooch on his suit pocket.
From that tiny detail, she could tell that the boy particularly valued this special occasion.
He had always paid great attention to his dressing, but today, in particular, he appeared to be extra dashing.
Just from looking at him, she could imagine the lad becoming a handsome, rich man just like his father a decade or so later.
When he looked down, the dark shadow of his long, dense lashes enhanced the appearance of his deep and mesmerizing eyes.
