Ji Wei stared blankly at the man's stern eyebrows and eyes, her hands instinctively reaching out to wrap around his neck.
Gu Moqian's chest was still as solid and strong as ever, and Ji Wei could even feel the intense heartbeat inside.
She had already decided to divorce him, yet now she was being held by him... The sudden occurrence left Ji Wei somewhat at a loss. She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look him in the eye.
Opening the door to the children's room, Gu Moqian gently placed Ji Wei by the small bed, then turned on the moon-shaped wall lamp.
Inside the small bed, An An had kicked the blanket to one side, his chubby little feet kicking around, crying his heart out with closed eyes.
Noticing the light, the little guy suddenly opened his eyes, his curly eyelashes still wet with tears.
