After all, her husband was her own choice. He trusts her, and she wouldn't blindly choose to marry someone or blindly entrust her life to Mu Jingxi.
Since she's made up her mind, it must be someone she loves.
Since it's someone she loves, how could he bear to destroy it?
The hospital room door was gently closed by Lu Yin.
In the large hospital room, only the sound of their gentle breathing could be heard.
Qiao An tilted her head and softly asked him, "Mu Jingxi, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Mu Jingxi averted his gaze, "It's getting late, let's rest."
He removed her hand and walked over to the bedside.
Leaning down, he looked at the sweetly sleeping Little Nuomi, a tiny person, still unaware of the taste of sorrow.
Living carefree and uninhibitedly.
Sometimes, he really envied these children. The adult world is too complicated; he hoped Little Nuomi would always maintain this innocence.
Qiao An was just standing behind him. She knew he was unhappy about seeing her hug Lu Yin.
