His black eyes stared at the sky unfocused, his little nose deflated exhaling a breath of life, and a pair of diamond-shaped lips that resembled hers were squirming, as if dreaming of something nice at this moment.
The more Lilia saw him, the more she liked him, and she bent down to lift Lian out of the crib.
She gently stood up and stroked his cheek. "Lian, you will have a younger sister. When you grow up, you have to remember to protect your sister, okay?"
After that, Lilia lowered her head and kissed his tender face.
When Jean gently opened the door, he saw this scene.
The nursery is well lit, and there are all kinds of toys and baby products near the window.
Lilia wasn't far from there, her eyes still lulled by Lian's figure.
The sun shone on the figures of mother and son, creating a warm and calm feeling.
The man didn't want to disturb, only leaning against the door, pursing his thin lips to look at them gently.
