Lu Aotian coaxed Wan Jia to sleep. Then with a light giggle, he touched the face of the small girl beside his wife. That was his daughter.
How tiny. She looked fragile like a porcelain doll. He was even scared that if he was not careful enough, he would hurt her.
She was so calm and moved very little. If he didn't see her tiny chest move from her breathing, he would have thought that she was unconcious.
Because of the sound proof door, he had not heard her cry. It was almost as though he was looking at a doll.
Gently, he took up the extremely tiny sleeping beauty into his arms.
She was so light that it was almost strange how Wan Jia had managed to be tired out from her weight. She had fallen asleep after seeing her husband.
