"He's so ugly!" Xie Xun stared at his son, whose eyes were yet to open, with extreme disdain.
Xie Jue pondered, "…A bit."
When Ruyi was first born, he was fair and tender, with big, round eyes, adorably plump, thick black hair, and a loud cry. But the little prince's skin was red and wrinkled, somewhat dark, with sparse, slightly dry hair, and his cry was as weak as a newborn kitten's. He looked like he might not grow well. Xie Xun was worried yet disdainful, and Xie Jue knew he shouldn't compare, but having held the newly born Ruyi, he inevitably recalled and thus compared.
"Is he really born of Ayu and me? Ayu and I are so good-looking, how did we produce such an ugly thing? He'll probably have to rely on a marriage grant to find a wife in the future."
Xie Jue, "…"
You are thinking too far ahead.
