After Yao Chen left, quite a few people came to visit one after another. Naturally, that included Xiao Zhan, who had already been enjoying his twilight years. When he suddenly heard that he had gained another grandson, he was especially delighted.
Besides, by comparison, Xiao Ding and Xiao Li were certainly not going to have an easy time of it.
Xiao Xiao could perhaps still be called an accident, but now there was even a second child, while the eldest and second sons still had not made the slightest move. No matter how one put it, that was clearly a little hard to justify.
Xiao Yan also egged them on from the side a little. Presumably, Eldest Brother and Second Brother ought to start getting anxious too.
After that came Yao Dan, the Yao Clan Leader who had ascended from Jianmu, as well as Yao Wan's birth parents. They were clearly especially happy about the new life among their descendants too.
By comparison, Xiao Se was not awake for very long. Only when things grew too noisy would he open his hazy eyes, using those dusky-yellow eyes that had plainly been inherited from the two of them to look briefly at the people surrounding him and talking nonstop, before very quickly falling asleep again.
Only, during those brief moments of wakefulness, those dusk-colored eyes could not help but look a few more times at the young man who held him in his arms most of the time, and at the woman who always remained nearby but never came close.
Even to him, who had only just been born and knew nothing of the world, these two people seemed just as extraordinary.
In these brief days, amid wavelengths formed from syllables both strange and familiar, they were the existences called "Father"