Zhong Qin found it amusing.
Unbeknownst to them, the three had already chatted for several hours.
...
Outside the ward, Huo Jinnan glanced at the tightly closed door of the ward, having already smoked half a pack of cigarettes.
Only when Che Huan and the little one came out hand in hand did he extinguish the cigarette between his fingers, stood up, and walked over to the balcony to open the sliding doors and let the smoke out.
Che Huan noticed the number of cigarette butts in the ashtray, which was more than usual. Remembering that he couldn't smoke this much in such a short time normally, she knew he was worried about her. Her heart felt warm, and her eyes inevitably softened.
Huo Jinnan turned his head to look at Che Huan and walked over, stopping half a step away from her as he looked down at her.
Che Huan felt breathless under his gaze, standing there with her legs growing weak.
