Four years had passed, and Beisitian watched the three little buns playing happily in the yard with Zhuangzhuang, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
Now the three little buns had grown bright and beautiful, although the eldest, Luo Yirui, looked quite similar to his two sisters, the differences were still discernible. That little bundle was full of vigor and health, his eyes constantly darting around, curious about everything in his surroundings, brimming with an adventurous spirit.
The second eldest, Luo Yixuan, and the youngest, Luo Yiqian, were identical to the extent that even Gao Ma, who watched them grow up, found it difficult to distinguish them. Their big, black eyes gazed innocently at people, while their long lashes curled up slightly like small brushes, making them irresistibly cute with just a blink. Their small, rosy cheeks often tempted others to reach out and pinch them.
