"Wen Shujun, how does this name sound?"

Ning Chu’s face was still pale, her lips no longer rosy but drained of color. She didn’t have her usual charm, instead resembling a delicate, fragile flower or the kitten she had just brought home, evoking a sense of protectiveness.

She wore a soft, open-front cotton robe, her eyes still holding a glimmer of moisture as they stayed fixed on the baby beside her. She spoke in a soft, tender tone, "When you grow up, you’ll be a beautiful little lady~ What do you think?"

The baby, just fed, was now in a …