Song Ruqi didn't want to cry, but seeing the newborn child, she couldn't help but think of her own poor child. If it weren't for her carelessness and the scheme against her, he would have opened his eyes to see this bustling world too.
Song Ruqian knew she would react this way, felt distressed, and for a moment did not speak to console her.
Fortunately, the baby seemed to sense something, moved his hands a bit uneasily, and opened his eyes.
At this age, a child's eyes can't really focus, but Song Ruqi still felt that his eyes were full of her. Seeing him pout, she quickly jiggled him lightly, and dared not cry herself.
The child eventually did not cry, and even grinned a bit, softening Song Ruqi's heart.
She held him and carefully examined him, saying, "He looks good, his brows and eyes are like yours, but his nose and mouth are like his father's. He really knows how to choose his traits well."
