Opening the door, Jun Mochan saw Ye Ranran sitting in a chair, gently rocking the cradle while humming.
The sunlight slanted through the window, casting a soft and sacred glow over her. Jun Mochan stood at the door, afraid to disturb the atmosphere.
Feeling the gaze on her, Ye Ranran turned her head and saw Jun Mochan holding the doorknob, looking a bit odd as he stood by the door. "What are you doing standing there?"
"Listening to you sing." Jun Mochan walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Have you named him yet?" Ye Ranran touched the baby's face with her finger, and he immediately grinned.
"Grandpa has been flipping through the dictionary lately."
The person most excited about the child's birth was Grandpa Jun. From the day the child was born, he had been thinking about a name, but was never satisfied, which delayed the process and left the baby without a name to this day.
"Then let's just call him Baby for now." Ye Ranran touched his face again. "How about that, Baby?"
