As long as a gust of wind, shower, or even flowers bloom, he will grow up quickly.
How tall would he be?
How strong will he be?
Who is he cool?
This child is only this month that he truly belongs to him.
I don’t feel sad in my heart, but rather surprisingly quiet, full of warm tranquility.
So much love comes from.
In the past, I had complained, held grudges, and wanted to scold him fiercely! I even wanted him to let him disappear forever!
Now, I can't bear to say a word anymore.
She hugged her tighter. I couldn't believe that such an ugly thing was her own son.
At one point, she was desperate and thought that she would be a widow throughout her life and would never have any relatives again.
At the end of the world, finally, there was a close relative.
Only this one is your own bones and bloodline!
When Emperor Hongwen came in again, the child's crying had completely stopped and he fell asleep in his mother's arms.
He saw the gentle woman gently stroked the child's hair, soft fetal hair, and her whole body was soft, shaped like a bug that had just rushed out of a silkworm pupa.
In his life, he had never seen her look like this.
Such a soft, gentle gaze.
Looking at children like that, being so tender - treating one's own bones and blood like that, as if to oneself - is looking at oneself sincerely, full of tenderness and sweetness.
Hot tears fell on Fangfei's arm, and she was startled and raised her head.
Emperor Hongwen twisted his face slightly and smiled: "Fangfei, I'm so happy!"
Originally, I was afraid that she would get angry or get angry when she saw the child.
Fangfei didn't make any noise.
Emperor Hongwen had already reached out and hugged her hard and gently.
The son's crying in his life, the wife's weak face full of sweat and sweating... What else is the most perfect thing in life than these two things?