Nearly ten o'clock at night, Xiangtai Apartment.
An Kexin, who had just returned, quietly followed Lin Jie and Zhang Xiaoxiao into the master bedroom.
With the help of the dim bedside lamp, she could see a small child lying on the bed.
Getting a closer look, An Kexin couldn't help but admire in her heart, what a beautifully crafted little doll of a child, making one feel an instinctive affection and the urge to pick her up and cuddle.
The tears welling up at the corners of her eyes and her wet eyelashes further aroused An Kexin's pity.
She stepped forward and carefully adjusted little Yuanyuan's sleeping posture, making her more comfortable holding a small plush bear, then covered her with a blanket before leaving the bedroom with Lin Jie and Zhang Xiaoxiao.
