At first, Princess Xinyang didn't realize who the call of 'brother' was directed at, but when Shangguan Qing, dressed in a crescent white cloak, stepped over the threshold holding a string of candied hawthorn, Princess Xinyang's steps suddenly halted!
The wind around seemed to suddenly stop, snowflakes falling heavily, the whole courtyard was extremely quiet.
Her gaze was fixed on the handsome face that bore some resemblance to Xiao Hen, her breath caught, and her heart skipped a beat!
A call of 'brother' doesn't prove anything.
It's not like Xiao Hen doesn't have a brother.
But.
Suddenly, her heart began to ache.
So painful, so painful!
Why does her heart ache so much when she looks at this person?
Her eyes involuntarily heated up, her throat swollen with pain.
"Mother, brother is back," Xiao Hen said.
Then the next second, he also froze.
His gaze moved from Princess Xinyang's stunning face to her high-rounded belly.
Wait.
