Xiaoyi gently patted her back and said sensibly:
"If Mommy misses Daddy, you can look at my face. Uncle says I look just like Daddy."
Xiaoyi's face was indeed a carbon copy of Yu Chiyin's. Except for the eyes, which resembled hers, everything else was inherited from his daddy.
At four years old, he was like a little adult. Over the past two years, he had become increasingly mature, having quite the demeanor of a big brother now.
Jiujiu used to be a little princess who loved to act spoiled and clingy. But after Daddy was no longer with them, she learned to take care of herself and even helped to soothe her younger siblings.
The children's maturity was heart-wrenching.
Lu Fengxuan hugged Xiaoyi tightly and then released him, cupping his face with both hands and giving it a couple of kisses.
"Alright, Mommy is fine now." She exhaled deeply and stood up slowly, holding Xiaoyi's hand.
