In Xiao Bao's imagination, An Rao would definitely give birth to a delicate and soft sister. She would smile sweetly and be cute enough for him to touch her head.
It was not this brother in front of him who looked wrinkled and not good-looking at all.
Xiao Bao's dream of being a wife was shattered. He looked at his younger brother and felt even more bitter. His big eyes were swollen from crying. "Mommy, can you let Auntie An Rao give birth again? I want a sister."
Xia Wanyuan smiled and wiped Xiao Bao's tears. "If I had wanted a daughter back then and I stuffed you back and given birth again, would you have been sad?"
Xiao Bao imagined himself in his shoes and felt that he might die of sadness. He looked at his wrinkled brother again.
Forget it, so what if he was a boy? If he was born again, this wrinkled little brother would definitely be very sad.
