One day, the woman told her a story about a young boy and his mother. She believed this woman was not heartless, that she would return to claim her own child.
Hearing this, Shi Yuhuan felt a pang of sympathy.
Glancing over at the child, he noticed that the kid was biting a pacifier, his round eyes staring right at him, his little arms fidgeting restlessly, as if he wanted to be held.
Shi Yuhuan was taken aback and looked away for a moment, only to find himself locking eyes again with the wide-eyed tyke.
The little rascal bit down on his pacifier with added vigor, his smooth, fair cheeks quivering. His rosy cheeks looked so adorable!
No wonder Qinghuan liked him so much.
Shi Yuhuan's expression softened involuntarily, then he turned and sat down nearby.
This was ridiculous. Cute? He found a child cute?
Previously, the image of children in his mind had nothing to do with the word 'cute'.
To him, kids were nothing but troublesome beings who could do nothing but whine.
