Tingye's eyes resemble hers.
Clear and bright, even without a smile, his eyebrows and eyes curve, carrying an indescribable mischievousness.
"Wuwu..."
Little Tingye seemed to understand his compliment, smacking his lips twice, his dark eyes seriously looking at Jin Chenye.
In a few seconds, he was happily blowing bubbles in his milk.
"... Like me?"
Qin Youxuan was slightly startled, somewhat surprised.
Everyone who had seen little Tingye exclaimed that he looked exactly like Dan Hanjie.
"Yes, like you. His eyes are the spitting image of yours. Hasn't anyone ever told you?"
Jin Chenye smiled sincerely and repeated it.
"..."
Qin Youxuan shook her head.
Everyone said her son looked like Dan Hanjie, and even she thought so.
Ever since the incident with Ye Zhanxing, every time she saw her son, whose face closely resembled Dan Hanjie's, she couldn't help but recall the moment when Dan Hanjie had pulled the trigger.
It was like a demon in her heart that she couldn't forget.
