Shi Che acted as if he hadn't noticed, his thin lips kept moving as he spoke, "Chuxia, a long time ago, I kept thinking, if we had a child, what would it be like? Like you, or like me, or like both of us, but it would definitely be very beautiful, with big eyes, a small nose, and a smile that makes its eyes curve, full of energy."
Perhaps it was because Shi Che's voice was too gentle, or perhaps his imagination was too beautiful, Ling Chuxia couldn't help but follow his words, and a small figure appeared in her mind.
It was very beautiful, with the same dark and brilliant eyes as Shi Che, and a nose as delicate as hers, a small mouth, slightly grinning, smiling innocently and charmingly.
Such a smile seemed to really begin to melt away the gloom in her heart.
It's not like the child she dreamt of in nightmares, that child had no face, only an eerie, cold aura, like a poisonous snake, its sharpness behind her.
But the child Shi Che described was beautiful, sunny, full of energy.
