Today, upon seeing him, the little bun was even more adorable than in the photos; apart from having Jian Qing's exact eyes, he was simply a miniature version of Quan Jingwu.
"Mhm," Jian Qing adjusted her grip on seventeen's hands to a better position, allowing Grandfather An to get a clearer look at him.
It was the first time Seventeen had seen Grandfather An's face, but he wasn't shy; his eyes, like black gems, curiously met Grandfather An's gaze.
Grandfather An's gaze lingered on Seventeen's delicate and splendid little face, his eyes reddening slightly with corners beginning to moisten, "Good, this little fellow is much more likable than Quan Jingwu, that cold chap."
By his side, Uncle Qiu was also looking at Seventeen with a face full of smiles.
Jian Qing, seeing the moistness in Grandfather An's eyes, felt a slight sourness in her heart. Becoming a mother seemed to have softened her own heart.
