Ming Ruochu let out a gentle sigh, looking down at the exquisite baby in her arms, a slight smile on her lips.
"Youyou, why do you look so much like me? If you looked like your father, I could at least guess who he is, but now I can't tell..."
Maybe I'll wait till Youyou is a bit older and then do a paternity test for her.
...
Under the foreign skies, a light rain began to fall. Ming Ruochu sat blankly at the doorway, watching the drizzling rain, her heart growing more despondent.
Her left hand clutched the phone all along, yet she was still waiting for Doctor Mu's call. Several times she almost couldn't resist calling him, but was worried Doctor Mu might be busy and dared not disturb him.
Who knows how much time had passed when the phone finally vibrated.
Ming Ruochu's heart tightened, and she quickly answered the call, "Doctor Mu, how is Yuxin?"
