The body of Little Cotton Pajamas smelled fragrant, without a hint of the corpse stench around Wu Ya, and the incredibly soft touch was conveyed through the cheek's close contact.
Holding Little Cotton Pajamas, Li Yuan felt like his heart was about to melt.
At the same time, an indescribable calm surfaced in his heart, and all the anxiety and pressure, all the trivial matters and bloodshed disappeared the instant he held his daughter.
Not far from the corridor, Lady Yan was chatting and laughing with the landlady, while Xiao Ping'an, who was in the landlady's arms, refused to get down and walk.
The two women saw the scene in the distance where the man was spinning with the little girl, and couldn't help but smile.
The landlady teased the boy in her arms, jokingly saying, "Look at Sister, she can already walk by herself."
