At that moment, Xia Ruoxin was holding her daughter and teasing her occasionally. She sat by the wooden bedside unmoving; she couldn't bear to put down the soft body even when her hand was already numb.
The baby in her arms had opened her eyes on the second day she was born. Her round eyes and long, curly eyelashes made her as pretty and cute as her mom.
"Baby, smile for Mommy, okay?" She tapped the baby's pink lips lightly with her finger. The baby in her arms seemed to have understood her, and the little lips cracked into a smile, the frailness making people feel sorry.
The baby was still young, but surprisingly, she liked to smile a lot. Just a little teasing from Xia Ruoxin would make her laugh.
