Yu Youyao recalled what had happened at home in the past two years. She smiled and took him from her grandmother. Yu Shanming was only a year old and not even two years old.
Miraculously, when Yu Shanming, who had been crying non-stop, entered Yu Youyao's arms, it was as if he could smell it. His chubby little hands immediately grabbed Yu Youyao's lapel.
The round little person grinned and laughed at Yu Youyao.
His bright black eyes that were big and bright were as beautiful as onyx because he had cried just now.
Even Yu Youyao's heart softened. She took out a soft handkerchief from Yu Shanming's lapel and gently wiped the remaining tears off his face.
