Yun Chi entered the room cradling the child, while Hua Yan was eagerly waiting on the bed.
He held the child in front of Hua Yan who immediately reached out to take him, but Yun Chi dodged, telling her, "Wait a few more days before holding him, he's quite heavy."
Hua Yan said impatiently, "I can handle it."
"Still, no." Yun Chi shook his head and sat by the bed, "It's the same if I hold him for you to see."
"How could it be the same?" Hua Yan intently watched the tiny head and face peeking out from the little blanket, which seemed to have smoothed out overnight after being wrinkly at birth yesterday. The little face was soft and tender, very beautiful and delicate, especially those black eyes firstly staring unblinkingly at Yun Chi before shifting to gaze at Hua Yan.
The mother and son looked at each other for a while, and the child stretched out his hand towards Hua Yan.
