Upon waking up,
Jun Yan had just opened his eyes and saw his godmother lying beside him, feeling incredibly good!
Perhaps sensing her son waking up, Yan Yueqing opened her eyes and tenderly said, "Good morning, Yan Bao."
Ever since he met his godmother, his Little Iceberg face had melted into a pool of spring water, so gentle and warm, "Godmother, good morning!"
His milky voice was no longer deliberately cool, but instead soft and adorable, irresistibly making one's lips curve into a smile upon hearing it.
Yan Yueqing looked carefully at Yan Bao; he and Jun Lii were almost carved from the same mold! The only difference was those eyes, the glaze-colored pupils, so much like her own.
Jun Lii's eyes were very deep in color, while Wangwang's eyes more closely resembled Dad's, like deep and unfathomable cliff-side lake water, holding a secret and dangerous flavor.
Two children, one looked like Jun Lii, and the other like herself...
