At this moment, the little fellow had already stopped crying and was looking at Rong Yan in a daze with his head tilted. His tender little face was like a bun, and it was suffused with color. His little mouth was open, and there were a few sparse strands of hair on his head. He was extremely cute.
This was the first time Rong Yan had seen her youngest son, and it was also the first time the baby had seen his mother.
Rong Yan's heart instantly melted into a pool of water when she met his dark, gem-like eyes that were clear and full of spirituality. She cried with joy and said, " "My baby Yingluo"
The baby babbled and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. However, he was obviously very happy after being kissed by his mother.
Rong Yan wanted to sit up and hug him, but Liancheng Yazhi immediately held her down. "Don't move. The doctor said you just gave birth. Don't move."
