The two little ones didn't have much strength in their small hands, but they held each other tightly. Their eyes were closed, and their tiny chests gently rose and fell. They were quiet, but warm, as if nothing could separate them.
Gu Jinglian pushed the door open and walked in. He walked over to the incubator. Inside, the two little ones lay quietly with their eyes closed. It was hard to imagine that only a day ago, they had been quietly curled up in Chu He's womb. Now, he was seeing them face to face.
Gu Jinglian looked at them, his expression tender, and the love in his eyes endless and unfathomable. He was deeply contemplative about how he could present the beauty of the world to them. He stood in the nursery for a long time, reluctant to leave. He also had a new understanding of the definition of a father.
