Do we meet again? Or part ways?

they saw a feast, frantically pecking at it.After a while, the oppressive atmosphere in the room dissipated."Well..." a raspy voice began.I looked at Cheng Banxian. His skin, both on his face and hand...nessNo, no, it's not enough to describe.That was a piety tinged with melancholy.Worship this newborn life filled with boundless hope.I didn't expect him to like children so much... He did before, too....