They Would Bring Up The Little Princess

The old Mr. Ye took out a small notebook and a pen from his bag and wrote the name on the paper.

Under his pen, the characters were like dancing on the paper, very beautiful.

"Ye Zixi"

Looking at the three characters on the paper, He Xiyan muttered the name for several times, her eyes brightened slightly.

The name was quite pleasant to ears and easy to read.

"Okay, thank you, Dad." He Xiyan nodded and decided to use the name. It sounded much better than the name she intended to use.

After a while, the nurse came with the newly born little princess in arms. The little princess was very lovely, without crying or making any noise. She would move a little from time to time, but her eyes were closed all the time, seemingly afraid of the strong light.

Xia Jingshu immediately took the child in her arms. She touched the baby's forehead gently and her eyes were fixed the baby's small red face.