The two families were harmoniously and easily in agreement about the baby's formal name.
Luo Baoling watched from the side, unable to help feeling envious, and even a bit jealous.
It turned out that seeing others genuinely and intensely happy could truly evoke jealousy.
Her gaze rested on Lai Zhiyun.
After giving birth, she had noticeably gained weight.
But her complexion was very good.
Her cheeks were rosy, her skin fair with a healthy pink glow, still beautiful.
Having a child hadn't diminished her beauty at all.
Her face showed no signs of fatigue or the bitterness of life wearing her down.
Her eyes were bright, her smile bloomed like a flower, like a delicate rose bursting into bloom.
Vibrant and sweet.
Even as a mother, she still had the vibe of a young girl.
It was clear that this was the good condition of someone surrounded by love, nourished by love.
She was loved by her natal family, not mistreated by her in-laws, and moreover, her husband only had eyes for her.
