After Leng Chenmo treated Bai Lanwu's cut finger, he was at a loss for words around the unfamiliar Bai Lanwu. He stood there, lips pressed together, his face appearing particularly icy.
However, Bai Lanwu saw shadows of her husband in his frozen countenance.
No one mentioned it, but seeing the child in front of her now, Bai Lanwu found many expressions strikingly similar to her husband's.
Through tear-blurred eyes, Bai Lanwu's lips trembled as she struggled to get out a sentence, "Chi…child, may…may I touch your face? What is your name?"
"Leng Chenmo. Leng as in cold, Chen as in calm, and Mo as in ink." Leng Chenmo said, every word clear and unequivocal.
"When you furrow your brows, you look especially like Chuan Qi." She rubbed her eyes fervently, afraid that her blurry vision would obstruct her view, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.