"You see, his eyes are like yours, but his nose is like mine, a bit more delicate." Ye Muyu prattled on with her praise for Nuanbao.
Chu Heng's features were masculine, and his face perfectly handsome, but not in a delicate way. It was Ye Muyu who, becoming more and more like her past self and with proper care, had a small frame and a gentle, delicate beauty.
Especially her long, straight black hair, which made her appear all the more graceful.
Chu Heng heard her mention Nuanbao in three out of every five sentences, and feeling himself reduced to a mere backdrop, he grew even more discontent.
He looked at her profile, his eyes deepening, "Ah Yu, is Nuanbao pretty?"
The man's voice was deep and melancholic.
Ye Muyu was so smitten with Nuanbao that she didn't notice the change in his tone; without any hesitation, she nodded: "Yes, Nuanbao is too cute. When he grows up, who knows how much more lovable he'll be, oh dear, a kiss from mother."
