Because of Ye Lulu's closeness, the youngest child seemed to have accepted her gentleness. He vented his emotions and leaned softly in Ye Lulu's arms, sobbing.
His face was filled with tears.
His little face was also willing to stick close to Ye Lulu's chin and neck. His eyelashes were still wet.
Ye Lulu was still whispering, "Don't be angry, alright? Mother didn't do it on purpose… Our Gu Gu is fine anywhere. Mother definitely won't laugh and cry at Gu Gu. Gu Gu should stop crying, alright?"
It was unknown if he understood Ye Lulu's words.
The youngest child's cries slowly faded, leaving only a little sobbing. After crying, his lips were moist like fresh flower petals.
This caused people to dote on him.
Ye Lulu kissed the baby's cheek gently again.
This kiss was very close to the youngest son's little mouth. Perhaps the youngest son had never experienced such intimacy before. His little face froze.
