At this moment, Mu Lin and the others had already returned to the maternity ward.
"Xiaochen, won't you hold the baby?" Gu Muqing, cradling one of the boys cautiously in her arms, walked over to Jing Chen and looked at him.
This young man had been sitting still since earlier, not paying attention to anyone, his eyes fixed solely on Mu Lin's face, seeing no one but his wife in his gaze.
It seemed that unless Linlin awoke, he probably wouldn't shift his focus.
Having given birth to the child was probably exhausting, so once Mu Lin relaxed, she fell asleep and hadn't woken up since; her son, holding someone else's hand, just sat there in a foolish daze, an expression Gu Muqing had never seen on Xiaochen before.
If Xiaochen had seemed somewhat otherworldly in the past, now he was truly an ordinary person, beginning from the moment Mu Lin appeared, Xiaochen had been changing unconsciously.
