The same little nose, the same little mouth, and the way the eyes are open without crying or fussing is also very cute and adorable.
Di Mingzhe looked at Little Wushuang and felt like his heart had never been so soft before. He carefully stretched out his hand, "May I hold him?"
The nurse nodded and handed the child to him. He stretched out his hand and gently took the child from the nurse's arms.
Having held Little Yimo and Little Yiran before, he was experienced with holding children, so holding Little Wushuang was no pressure at all.
Little Wushuang, soft and tender, lay quietly in his strong arms, with big, clear eyes staring intently at him, as the father and son gazed at each other.
Di Xiaxia, lying on the delivery bed, saw this scene, and her eyes turned red in an instant, feeling moved!
Di Mingzhe looked so gentle!
His features were already strikingly beautiful, calm and ethereal like a celestial being, without any worldly desires.
