The son's cries were loud.
Du Yunluo picked up her son, glanced at Mu Lianxiao's messy hem, and her smile deepened.
Mu Lianxiao gave a wry smile; he'd heard soldiers who became fathers talk about how the little rascal at home would often pee all over them.
Though they cursed verbally, their eyes shone brightly, clearly filled with a sense of satisfaction and pride.
Now Mu Lianxiao could somewhat understand this feeling.
Mu Lianxiao went to the clean room to wash and change clothes.
Lady Peng fetched water and, together with Du Yunluo, helped change the son's diaper and pants.
When Mu Lianxiao came out, the son was just cleaned up, feeling comfortable, kicking his feet and grinning with wide, dark eyes.
The chubby cheeks were fair and smooth, mouth resembling Du Yunluo's, while the eyes and nose took after Mu Lianxiao.
The son, toothless, had an empty mouth, making his laugh appear somewhat foolish.
But this foolishness softened Mu Lianxiao's heart immensely.
