LUO YAN stared at the three tall people standing around his hospital bed. Thinking that these three were his new family, his peach blossom shaped eyes brightened. Because if they were related, then that meant this body would not remain a dwarf. This body being so small for his age was only the result of him being in a coma for too long. Once he's done with physical therapy and got back to full health, he would definitely have a growth spurt. Then he wouldn't look like a pretty shota who looked like an easy target for perverts.
Luo Wei Tian stared down at his second son. Xiao Yan's face was thin, his cheeks sunken. One could really see the effects of the seven year coma on him. But his bright and clear eyes were still the same as that day. The day he lost a part of his heart - his wife. And now looking at this son of his who looked exactly like his wife, he felt like his heart was being gripped by something.
