Jiang Nanshu gave birth to a son.
According to the name Lu Qingyan had originally chosen, he was to be called Lu Jiangchao, but because it was snowing outside on the day of Lu Jiangchao's birth,
Jiang Nanshu gave him the nickname Xiao Xueli.
Lu Jiangchao seemed like a carbon copy of Lu Qingyan. In just over half a month, he slowly went from a wrinkled, blushing baby to one with fair skin.
Ever since Lu Qingyan woke up, he had insisted that his hospital bed be right next to Jiang Nanshu's.
Lu Jiangchao, sleeping soundly in his cradle, was placed right beside Jiang Nanshu.
She could see him just by glancing to the side.
She found it very intriguing. Occasionally she would touch her son's small face, then his soft little hands, and then hug and kiss him. Such a tiny bundle lying in her arms, she had reached the point where she didn't want to let go. She could only feel at ease by watching him every day.
