Li Peifeng also put a lot of thought into it and after much contemplation, made this decision. Yet when the new life truly arrived, Zhao Qingge still felt utterly bewildered, or rather, at a loss.
Let's take a look at someone else's newborn baby first!
"Mom, where's Yilan? Let me see Yilan quickly."
"Oh, she just fell asleep after feeding. Come on, follow me inside."
Li Yilan, Li Peifeng's sister, the precious daughter of Old Li and Old Yu, had just turned sixty days old. Her head was already covered with thick black short hair, her skin white and smooth, as delicate as a peeled egg, with her eyes shut and her little mouth pouting, peacefully sleeping in the crib, perfectly showcasing the charm of a human cub.
"Little one grows so fast. Last time I saw her in a video call, she was just this tiny."
Li Peifeng gestured with his hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Yilan's features are so much like yours, Mom and Dad. She's going to be beautiful when she grows up."
