Chu Jinzhao looked seriously at the painting for a moment and nodded, "Yeah, very cute."
"Right?" Mi Shen gazed at it contentedly, her eyes brimming with happiness, "I think so, too. Look at his eyebrows and eyes, he looks a lot like Fengchang, and his nose is like mine. Hehe~~"
"Really?" Chu Jinzhao responded and turned to look at the man standing in the doorway.
Li Fengchang listened to these words, his heart aching beyond measure, his fingers gripping the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Mi Shen.
The loss of the child was a major blow to her.
In the past few days, he had watched helplessly as she cornered herself, unable to do anything.
Watching her suffer, his pain was a thousand times, a hundred thousand times greater than hers.
"It's just a pity, I seem to have lost him..." Mi Shen carefully cradled the drawing, her fingers delicately caressing the painted boy, a clear pain in her eyes.
