"An'an is ours, and he grew inside my belly. Why does he resemble you and not me?" Wen Xiao'ai asked Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan explained, "Maybe because An'an is a boy. If he were a girl, he would resemble you."
Wen Xiao'ai: "I like that An'an is a boy."
Jun Moyan replied, "If he were a girl and resembled you, that would be nice too."
If An'an were a girl and resembled Wen Xiao'ai, the little one might not be so love-starved that he developed sleepwalking.
Wen Xiao'ai shook her head: "I like that An'an resembles you."
Jun Moyan looked at her, smiled, and gently rubbed his thumb over her tear-reddened eye corner, full of tenderness.
"Will An'an grow up to resemble you?" Wen Xiao'ai asked again, curious and concerned about everything related to the little one.
"I guess so."
"Will he resemble you a lot?"
"Why? Do you hope An'an doesn't resemble me a lot?"
