Qin Mu quietly watched her daughter fall asleep again, feeling her even breathing, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Back when Huanhuan was just born, the two of them were in that newly bought house. Qin Mu suddenly felt different from before; the house was no longer cold and empty, nor was the bed.
Unknowingly, the night passed, and Qin Mu kind of wanted Mu Yichen to come home.
Yet, the next day she just went to the studio to work as usual.
When Lu Fei came looking for her, she was helping Mu Yichen make clothes. There was a nice sewing machine placed against the wall of her studio.
Because the machine was continuously running, she didn't hear Xiaomei telling her someone was there, and by the time she noticed, Lu Fei had been standing behind her for a while.
Qin Mu turned her head to look at the graceful woman standing behind her, who was carrying a pink bag and holding a box.
Qin Mu thought to herself, it certainly wasn't a gift for her.
