Can you imagine a two-and-a-half-year-old child, not crying, not fussing, not looking for her mother, nestled in your embrace calling you big brother over and over?
Before this, I couldn't believe it either.
I even felt that I was too impulsive in getting this child to my side, yet completely unaware of how to care for her.
What if I fail to take good care of her?
She's so tiny, what if my care leaves her half dead...
She would probably hate me even more.
But the little one was really too well-behaved, and when I hesitated about whether to send her back, her coal-black pupils were exactly like her mother's.
I asked Yong Ye to find a wet nurse, but the little one disdainfully said she hadn't drunk milk in a long time.
She was a big child and would become the bride of the handsome big brother in the future.
At that moment, I was bewitched.
I know children speak without restraint, and I understand how ridiculous such thoughts are, but I just... couldn't bear sending her back.
