He had always wanted a girl, just like Yan Huan, who was both beautiful and sensible. This time, he had the right girl. He had his own little cotton-padded jacket and his own little lover.
This was his child, his daughter, and everything he had now.
The little fellow was only a little, and his little face was as big as an adult’s fist. His entire body was almost pink, and his eyes were tightly shut. His current little appearance was not fully grown, but it could be seen, this child looked like him, and the familiarity between her brows and eyes was him. Her small chin was pointed, and this one looked like her mother. Her ears were also small and soft, and she also looked like her mother, but she still looked like him in general, in any case, this was how he felt.
