At the elevator entrance, stood a woman dressed in fine clothes and grace, yet with reddened eyes and a somewhat haggard appearance.
In her arms, a lovely baby girl was sound asleep, her long lashes fluttering gently with each steady breath like tiny fans.
Her small mouth was slightly pouting, seemingly in the midst of a sweet dream.
"Sister, I brought Qiu to see Little Chan," Leng Dao whispered gently.
The young woman gazed fondly at the young man before her, as if she was seeing her own daughter who had grown up strong after sixteen years.
Leng Dao stepped forward to take the baby girl from her arms, his eyes filled with pity.
His sister stepped forward, gently took Ji Jingqiu's hands, and looked him over from head to toe, her eyes brimming with tenderness, her body trembling slightly.
She wondered, how has this child managed to endure till now?
Could her own child also grow up healthy and robust like him?
