The three of them had seen newborn babies in the countryside. Their faces were wrinkled and their noses were flat. They were so ugly.
However, Wei Xiaobao was fair and tender from birth. Her facial features were cute and not wrinkled as if she had smoothened the creases on her face in her mother's womb.
The three of them watched intently.
Ling Yun walked in front of the three of them.
The little rascals did not see him.
Ling Yun walked for the second time.
The little evil disciples still did not see him.
Erhu said, "Sister is so small."
Dahu said, "Of course, our sister was born small. You were also born so small."
Erhu said, "I'm not small."
Erhu was a child who would paper over something, but for his sister, he had to preserve his dignity as a brother no matter what.
Xiaohu remained silent.
His sister lay in her swaddling clothes, and her eyes were closed and motionless.
