Chapter 413

Before Han Zhi's voice had even faded, Erxigua cried harder, her little face wrinkling into a red peach blossom. The tiny cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye trembled in the candlelight. Lǚ Huìqīng hurriedly took half a step back, his jade belt hook catching on the bed curtain and tearing down half of the tassels, just as Zhāng Huáimín carefully picked up Xiaoxigua— The infant was little more than two palms in size, her tiny fists clenched tightly. Her small arms twitched unconsciously, and her swaddling slipped halfway down, exposing a wrist like a lotus root. Erxigua's crying abruptly stopped, perhaps startled by her older brother's faint breathing. She pursed her tiny lips, her eyelids fluttering to reveal a sliver of her eyes. "Husband, look," Su Zhen's voice was as soft as newly ginned cotton. "Xiaoxigua yawned, and little sister forgot to cry."