Looking at the tiny infant in the swaddle, whose entire face was not as big as his palm, Qin Sijue couldn't help but feel curious.
How could such a frail thing grow to be as big as them?
"So cute..."
Although the little guy had his eyes closed, he would occasionally open them. Looking at his pale, tender face, Gu Qiangwei felt a wave of affection.
"Hold him?" Zhuang Yanyan looked at her, planning to let her get used to it first.
Curious, Gu Qiangwei reached out and took him in her arms.
But as soon as the baby was in her embrace, she became flustered, always feeling that his body was too light, too small, as if he might slip out of her hands by accident, making her feel very insecure.
She quickly handed the baby back to Old Madam Qin.
Then she turned and walked toward the ward, looking at Feng Jinglei, who was pale and somewhat weak, "You've worked hard."
Feng Jinglei just weakly smiled, her expression one of happiness.
