Everyone was forced to adapt to the world, and the light freedom of the past falls away like wilting flowers.
The tent flap opened and Gu Nanyi entered, two monkeys on his shoulders and a baby in his arms. He was always this stubborn and persistent, and raising monkeys and children was no exception.
Feng Zhiwei was morbidly curious. It had been some time since she was in the mood to help him take care of the child, and the baby was still alive? And the child was even white and chubby, incredibly attached to the jade statue, not happy with another other arms.
Children were truly close to whoever they spent time with, whether a wet-nurse or a wet-man.
"It's time to decide on a name." Feng Zhiwei said as she carefully took the baby. The two little monkeys jumped down onto her hands, gently gnawing on her fingers.
The locket around the child's neck was inscribed with her birth date, and she was almost a full year now. It was time for a formal name.