"Mmm mmm..."
In Su Yiru's arms, the little one seemed to sense his mother's despondence, cooing and babbling accordingly.
"Are you hungry at the sight of Mommy, you little glutton?" Su Yiru gently patted his tiny back.
Upon hearing her son's voice, Qin Youxuan quickly approached, took the little one from Su Yiru's hands, and soothed him with a gentle, soft voice.
Seeing that little face, the spitting image of Dan Hanjie, her heart constricted.
The nearly three-month-old was growing more handsome by the day.
If not for the baby fat on his cheeks, he would truly be a carbon copy of Dan Hanjie.
"Don't think too much, things will work out when it comes to it. Worrying needlessly won't help, you still have Tingye. Whether forgiven or not, he is Tingye's biological father."
Su Yiru knew she couldn't let go, and offered these shallow words of comfort.
