The little thing in the cradle, with wide-open eyes, looked at the person casting a large shadow over his bed. In her clear eyes was a purity as transparent as crystal, like a mirror.
Zhou Gu thought to himself that she had a pair of nice eyes, like Su Rong's. Through these eyes, she could barely be considered cute.
He tentatively stretched out his finger to touch her face, gently closing in. The little one did not move, allowing the pad of his finger to rest on her cheek. A marvelous feeling rose in Zhou Gu's heart, and he instantly felt extreme love for this little thing.
This was the child Yuewan had struggled to bring into the world; she had scared him half to death. She was the combination of their shared bloodline.
"How is it? Cute, right?" the Lady of the Duke asked with a smile.
Zhou Gu nodded involuntarily. She was indeed quite cute.
