Teardrops the size of beans fell onto the back of her hand.
Zhan Qipei saw this scene, and his heart inexplicably clenched.
When it came down to it, this was the first time he had seen her cry.
In his memory, she always had a frosty demeanor, as if little could move her, and she definitely hadn't lost control of her emotions like she was now.
"You—"
Before Zhan Qipei could finish his sentence, Qiao Jing stood up, grabbed her suitcase, and returned to her room.
Zhan Qipei kept gazing at the tightly shut door, and even though he couldn't see anything, he couldn't help but keep staring.
In the room, Qiao Jing plugged the USB drive into her laptop.
She clicked play.
The video showed a room filled with pink decorations.
Qiao Jing saw a baby lying on the bed—it was her.
"Baby, mommy bought you a new toy."
Upon hearing the gentle woman's voice, Qiao Jing's pupils dilated, and tears gushed forth, immediately blurring her vision.
The woman finally appeared in the frame.
