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Jun Yuyan, whenever he had some free time, would spend it with Murong Jiu and their two children.
He personally changed their diapers, and when he was there, he would never leave the task to a wet nurse.
He wouldn't even let Murong Jiu lift a finger; he thought her hands were too delicate for such work.
Murong Jiu, holding her little sister who was as round as a dumpling, Zhiyu, loved to pepper her face with kisses.
The children grew a little more each day, stretching like young saplings, and the differences between the boy and girl slowly became noticeable.
The little sister's hair grew better, and because of the cold weather, they hadn't shaved their heads, so now she could even tie her hair up into two little bunches. The sister was also more delicate and cried more often, while the brother would only hum a few times when he was hungry or wet, his voice quite loud.
