After the fat man left, Ji Rui opened the zipped bag and took out a small box imprinted with tiny footprints and handprints.
Six years ago, when Ji Rui first held Baobao, the little one was dressed in clothes carefully prepared by Mr. Ji. Apart from the bare Baobao, it's likely nothing was taken from the birthplace or, more accurately, from his mommy.
At that time, even half an hour ago, Ji Rui didn't think there was anything else, apart from Baobao himself, that needed to be brought back.
But now, as his hand touched the already hardened molding clay, with those tiny imprints of the little feet and those adorable tiny hands, he couldn't help but slightly lift the corners of his lips.
So, Baobao's feet were this small when he was born, and his hands so delicate...
As he touched it, he felt that the molding clay was very rough, and completely without warmth.
