The baby girl tilted her head, babbled as she copied him once, then went back to playing with the brush, her little feet kicking wildly beneath the thin quilt.
Wu Changkong laughed at himself. Even if it really was her, she was only a little baby now.
After playing for only a few minutes, the baby girl suddenly pursed her lips and began squirming in his arms, her voice taking on a tearful note.
The baby girl left Wu Changkong utterly flustered, unsure whether to stand or sit.
He had no experience, so he could only imitate what he had seen others do—standing up, pacing around the room, and gently rocking her.
But the baby girl kept crying, growing louder and louder.
Just as he was at his wit's end, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his arm. Something was seeping out through the thin quilt.
He looked down and saw that a large patch of the quilt was wet, with warm liquid dripping down.
Wu Changkong's expression froze instantly.
"You... you actually peed!"
After she finished peeing, the baby girl stopped crying and simply stared at him with her innocent big eyes.
Holding up his soaked arm, Wu Changkong felt that his earlier speculation about the Ice Empress's rebirth had been completely washed away by that one pee.
With a stiff arm, Wu Changkong put the baby girl back on the bed, took a deep breath, and resigned himself to fetching a basin of warm water.
He dug out a clean cloth, then found the softest piece of old cotton fabric and folded it into small squares.
Wrapped in the soaked quilt, the baby girl neither cried nor fussed. She merely watched him bustle about with her green eyes, her little mouth puffing open and shut.
Wu Changkong