"Mm," Xu Lai nodded.
Xu Yiyi said uncertainly, "But she doesn't look like Mommy at all, and she's kind of..."
She stopped because, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the bedroom door quietly cracking open.
With his back to the door, Xu Lai didn't notice anything amiss. He was completely focused on his daughter.
Grinning, he finished the sentence his daughter had left unsaid. "Is it because she's also a bit ugly? Babies are usually a little wrinkly when they're born. They get cuter as they grow."
Xu Yiyi scratched her head, a little embarrassed. "Not ugly! Mommy is the most, most, most, most beautiful woman Yiyi has ever seen!"
"She's not here," Xu Lai said. "We're just talking heart-to-heart, father and daughter. You don't have to hold back."
"Um..."
Xu Yiyi's expression as she looked at her father was complicated, a mix of admiration and pity.
Xu Lai gave his daughter a strange look, sensing that something was wrong.
