Although An An wasn't the daughter Gu Moqian had hoped for, he was adorable and soft-hearted. Especially with his great temperament—he didn't cry or fuss, making him genuinely hard to resist.
Gu Moqian's hands slowly tightened as he looked at his son's clear, bright eyes. His throat felt tight, and he choked out hoarsely, "An An."
An An heard his name and paused briefly. Then his small mouth curved into a smile, revealing two tiny white baby teeth, and his eyes turned into crescents.
"Hee-hee…"
The little one flailed his arms and legs in joy, as though he could melt anyone's heart.
Gu Moqian's eyes grew warm, and the corners of his lips unknowingly lifted into a small, infectious smile.
Ji Wei still stood behind the advertising lightbox, watching the scene of the man holding his child through the floor-to-ceiling glass window from afar.
When Gu Moqian looked down, there was an unintentional display of tenderness, the kind she knew well. Ji Wei's eyes reddened instantly.
