Giving birth is like walking through the Ghost Gate, and Su Luo is walking through it for the second time now.
She had been awake for a while.
Qing Yi held the second child up for her to see, who looked exactly like Eryue did when he was a baby.
Only the size was smaller.
Perhaps because Su Luo had been in poor spirits during the pregnancy, the baby hadn't grown much.
Eryue had also woken up. After hurriedly washing up, he rushed to see his little brother.
He hadn't had the chance to take a good look earlier.
When the wet nurse carried the baby over, Eryue wrinkled his nose in disdain: "Why is he so ugly? I heard from Mother and the nannies that newborns are supposed to look cute!"
Su Luo wore a forehead cloth, and her face and body had been wiped clean, but her brows and the corners of her eyes still showed signs of exhaustion.
"You looked exactly the same when you were born—worse, actually. You were even darker than him…"
