Gu Nanqiao still noticed it, her eyebrows arched slightly, as if she found it amusing, "Huo Jingting, are you crying?"
"No." He replied in a suppressed voice, and although he said that, his head drooped lower and lower, "I'm talking to my son."
Gu Nanqiao held back her laughter, "What did you guys talk about?"
"He said he missed me and can't wait to see me."
"..."
Gu Nanqiao let out an almost inaudible sigh, "What if it's a daughter?"
"Even better."
Honestly, he hopes it will be a daughter.
Huo Jingting's broad palm gently caressed her lower abdomen, so lightly as if he was afraid of hurting the little one inside, with emotions in his eyes that were complex and indescribable.
Looking at his gentle expression, Gu Nanqiao's heart grew increasingly tender.
Unconsciously, her eyes also had traces of wetness.
This happiness came too suddenly, so sudden that it felt unreal. The previous night was still tormenting pain, but by the next night, everything had reversed.
