The little one doesn't have a name yet. The name Yu Yue, which seemed perfect, couldn't be used, and the heartbroken father isn't in the mood to name him right now, so Yu Xia can only call him the little one.
That's how she referred to him when sending photos to Xie Qingci.
[This little one looks like a monkey, or maybe a noodle monkey, I held him for a bit, he's so soft he almost melted.]
She remembered it was already midnight after sending the message and figured Xie Qingci might be asleep. But just as she tried to put her phone down, the reply from the other side came quickly.
Xie Qingci: [Isn't that analogy a bit too exaggerated? Also, calling him the little one makes you really cute.]
Yu Xia glanced around, ignoring the latter sentence, and replied earnestly: [But he's really soft.]
The reply took a minute.
Xie Qingci: [...he?]
Yu Xia got excited; she loved breaking other people's hopes.
[Oh, did I forget to tell you, it really is a little boy.]
