Xiao Xi'er

Medusa took in Xiao Ling's reaction, and as she watched him stare blankly at their daughter, her fingertips trembled slightly while the turbulent emotions in her heart gradually settled.

She could clearly sense the instant softening of Xiao Ling's aura, feel the slight tremor in his fingers as they touched their daughter's tiny hand. It was a wholehearted tenderness and emotion that could not possibly be faked.

At the sight, Medusa's tightly furrowed brows quietly relaxed. The corners of her lips lifted involuntarily, forming an exceedingly faint smile that even she herself did not notice.

So she had been overthinking things before.

She had secretly worried that Xiao Ling, who had spent so many years wandering abroad and devoted most of his thoughts to the turbulent affairs of the Central Plains, might not care much for this daughter he had never met.

Yet seeing him like this now, she realized those concerns had merely been groundless fears born in her own heart.

After all, this was the flesh and blood born from their union, their most precious bond throughout these long years.

Xiao Ling's gaze remained fixed on his daughter's delicate little face. His fingertips were wrapped in the warm softness of her tiny hand, and the smile on his lips grew ever gentler. He turned to Medusa in his arms, his voice overflowing with affection. "Our precious daughter really is adorable. She even has a bit of your charm in her features. When she grows up, she'll surely inherit your beauty perfectly."

Once he finished speaking, Xiao Ling seemed to recall something. A flash of realization crossed his eyes as he asked, "Right, have you given such a precious little treasure a name?"

Hearing this, Medusa gently shook her head, her black hair brushing over her smooth shoulders. She