Ni Cuihua nodded, "Alright, but this child is a bit shy..."
Before Ni Cuihua could finish her sentence, little Ni Yun in her arms reached out towards Granny Zheng, mumbling indistinctly, "Hold..."
The scene in front of her seemed to overlap with one from over thirty years ago, bringing a tingle to Granny Zheng's nose as she reached out to take little Ni Yun.
Today, little Ni Yun was not only not shy, but he also constantly giggled at Granny Zheng, seeming very happy.
Even Ni Cuihua on the side was astonished by this.
Moreover, she couldn't understand why every time she saw this old lady, she'd feel so familiar and warm.
Very strange...
While holding little Ni Yun and containing her inner emotion, Granny Zheng asked softly, "How old is this child?"
"Over seven months," replied Ni Cuihua.
Granny Zheng nodded and continued playing with the child in her arms.
