The two babies looked almost identical, sleeping with their eyes closed, their eyelashes were both dark and long, their eyebrows very faint but beginning to take shape, and their skin lacked the redness and wrinkling common to newborns, bright and beautiful to the point of glowing.
One of the babies opened their eyes, looking around with those beautiful, clever eyes, making people squeal with delight.
Reluctantly, they were brought back to Mom's side, the nurse marked which one was the older brother and which one was the younger brother.
When Yu Siqiao received the baby, the baby was looking around with open eyes.
The pitch-black eyes, big and round, innocent and pure as a newborn, as clean as a mirror; Yu Siqiao could see his little world reflected in them.
Holding the little thing in his arms, Yu Siqiao stared into those big eyes with his own.
After staring for a long time, Yu Siqiao surreptitiously lifted the baby's swaddle.
