He Teng responded simply, and only then did he nervously reach out to take the baby from his father's arms. It was evident that He Teng was genuinely anxious.
For He Teng, the child felt light and small, held in his arms, almost weightless, yet it made his heart seem to settle gradually.
This was his child with He Zhilan, small and obedient, with a face not even the size of his palm, bearing many similarities with both him and Zhilan. It represented the legend of bloodline inheritance, and a miracle that naturally brought joy.
"My son~ my son~" He Teng suddenly grinned, gently kissed the baby's cheek, and turned to look at He Zhilan, meeting her eyes full of happiness, "You've worked hard, because I didn't take good care of you and the baby, causing you both to suffer so much."
"Let's not talk about the past, the child is back now." He Zhilan said, wiping her tears, "As long as the child is well, everything we've endured before was worth it."
