The little baby seemed to know he was being disliked by his mom, his little mouth quivered, and he burst into tears, "Wah-wah-wah..."
"Crying makes it even uglier."
Ming Ge extended a finger, her pale fingertip gently poking the baby's small face. Her words seemed disdainful, but her actions were unprecedentedly gentle because the baby's skin was very delicate.
She smiled, her lip color faint and pale, lacking any hue, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was dazzlingly bright.
Through the fingertips touching the baby's skin, a subtle feeling was transmitted to Ming Ge's heart.
This was her child.
The feeling of a blood connection was surprisingly magical.
The little baby cried loudly, every wail heralding a new life coming into the world.
The adults in the room laughed.
"Xiaoge, look, the baby heard you say he's not good-looking and cried sadly."
"A newborn baby is like this, their skin is wrinkled, but after some time, they'll become fair and beautiful."
