Yun Yi stepped forward, leaned slightly and looked at the little baby that Mrs. Xie was holding in her hand, and said incredulously. "Madam Wen, you said that the prince looked like this when he was first born?"
He couldn't imagine what he was seeing. Could the red and wrinkled boy grow into Meng Yuan's handsome look in the future? This gap difference was really too big to comprehend.
Madam Wen glanced at him sideways, and replied lukewarmly. "That's natural. Young Master Yun, you were similar to this when you were born."
Yun Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, touched his nose and closed his mouth. He remembered that Madam Wen was indeed present when he was born. But facing the fact that he was like this when he was a child, it was really difficult for him to accept it. But reaching out his hand and gently touching the little baby's soft little face, he felt a bit of emotion in his heart for no reason.
