Si Yuting walked over, and the nearby Si Chen and Old Man Yuan both voluntarily gave up their spots for him.
The baby clutched onto Niannian's finger without letting go and, upon seeing Si Yuting, gently shook it, eyes gazing at him, bewildered, as if curious.
Actually, Si Yuting had already seen the baby; Baby and Ali had been pushed out together, but he hadn't had the chance to take a close look yet.
Si Yuting reached out and touched the little one's cheek, then caressed her other little hand.
She was really so tiny; her small hand lay in his own, which seemed rather large by comparison, making his heart feel all mushy with tenderness.
It was you, wasn't it, making Mama feel uncomfortable all over, keeping her from a good night's sleep for several days.
The baby wriggled her hand and grabbed Si Yuting's thumb, her entire palm barely wrapping around his thumb.
The baby didn't make a sound, grasping one hand with the other, slowly bringing it to her mouth.
