Half a month had passed since Zhuang Xueqi gave birth, and the twins had gradually turned from wrinkly little monkeys into plump and tender babies, with their facial features beginning to vaguely resemble those of their parents.
The elder sister looked more like Zhuang Xueqi, while the younger brother looked more like Ning Yuan.
Yan Jing entered the confinement room and first visited the nursery to see her sleeping grandson and granddaughter.
The milky little bundles, with skin pale and blushing, had faces smaller than the palm of a hand. The sister had a melon-shaped face and an upturned nose, while the brother had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, clearly a little heartthrob in the making.
Yan Jing bent down to look at them for quite a while before she turned, satisfied, and left the room.
Upon seeing the newspaper on the coffee table as she came out, she casually picked it up and handed it to a maid nearby.
"Take this away."