Zhao Huai stared at the sleeping baby boy and baby girl for a long time.
Yu Qinghan and Jiang Xuan both stood by the side, not making a sound to disturb, enjoying this quiet moment.
The young Zhao Ping'an seemed to feel the tender gaze from his father, or perhaps he was just done sleeping.
He slowly opened his eyes, his delicate, jade-like face tilted, looking at Zhao Huai with innocent eyes.
Within those tiny eyes, it seemed as if there were stars, shining and unusually bright.
"Ya!"
Zhao Ping'an uttered unclearly, reaching out with his little hand, and smiled happily.
Zhao Huai gently stroked the child's tender cheeks and said with a smile:
"Good boy, you don't even cry when you see me. It's as if you know who I am."
Zhao Ping'an, seeing such a stranger for the first time, didn't cry but stared at him blankly and then laughed as if he recognized who he was.
Zhao Huai shared a laugh and then turned his gaze to Zhao Ruyue next to him.