Ou Lan came out from Baili Mu's embrace, looked at Jing Sitian, and then at the little boy she was holding, "Is this my little nephew?"
"Yes," Jing Sitian squatted down, looking gently at the boy, "Yan, say auntie."
When Baili Yan was born, Ou Lan was not in Zhelan and didn't see him until he was half a year old. Since then, they had been apart more than together. In a blink of an eye, this child was already four years old, and Ou Lan could no longer recognize him.
Of course, one's own nephew is cherished. Ou Lan also squatted down, gently wrapped her arms around Baili Yan's shoulders, waiting for him to call her auntie.
Baili Yan had a pair of bright big eyes, dark and shiny, clearly a smart child. He blinked cutely twice and called out sweetly, "Auntie."
Ou Lan affectionately patted his little face, "So good, truly a smart and handsome little prince."
