"Er..."
Su Xuan stared at the little girl's face, a little dumbfounded.
He couldn't shake the feeling that this little girl looked a bit like him!
It wasn't unreasonable for him to think so. The baby's face had already been cleaned by the doctor. Even though she was a newborn, her features were as delicate as if they had been carved by a master sculptor. Perhaps it was due to the many hardships she had endured in the womb that she had a naturally aloof air about her.
She wailed with her eyes shut, her cries carrying a stubborn undertone. Glistening tears shimmered at the corners of her eyes, making her look sorrowful yet moving.
Her exquisitely carved features, her aloofness, her melancholy, her charm... All these traits, combined on the little girl's face, made her look remarkably like Su Xuan.
