Although Xiaoxiao maintained a faint smile, her eyes shone like gentle, rippling autumn waters, crystal clear and constantly flickering. She gazed at the man she cherished, her expression filled with reliance and concern. Her delicate porcelain-like hands repeatedly rubbed her increasingly pronounced belly. Long, soft, beautiful locks of hair lay lightly against her slender back, stunningly graceful.
"It's nothing..."
Facing the direction of the woman he adored, Xie Qikan parted his lips and uttered these two words precisely, capturing the concern in her gaze. With his large hand, he tenderly caressed Xiaoxiao's small, soft hand, and in a voice only audible to the two of them, he whispered softly.
Whenever she worried, even slightly, Xie Qikan's heart ached intensely. His gaze, turned toward her, was filled with passionate affection and reassurance.
"Mm."
