Jia 'er was so small and weak, but her eyes were so pure and clear. She was like an elf, like an angel.
Zhan Mo's reminiscing had yet to end, but the scene in front of him had already interrupted all his thoughts.
As he recalled the first time he met Zhan Jia 'er, he subconsciously walked to the glass window. The entire scene in the nursery came into his view.
What elves, what angels, the memories that Zhan Jia 'er had left in his mind were all washed away by the scene in front of him.
In the nursery, three thermal containers were placed side by side.
The three little furballs that had just been born were lying inside obediently.
One of them was sleeping with his eyes closed. No matter how many people were surrounding him, he didn't care.
But even so, it still didn't prevent people from feeling his beauty.
Even with his eyes closed, one could still tell that the little furball had a pair of long and narrow eyes.
