"How did the prenatal check-up go?" This was his first deep question, with a voice hoarse and weary, yet it didn't affect the magnetism of his voice.
Qianxue listened as if in a dream. His eyes, his voice, seemed as if separated by a century, making her yearn and become intoxicated. She thought she might have become too accustomed to his presence, accustomed to the point of missing him.
She looked at him, silent.
Leng Chenxuan descended the stairs steadily, his dark eyes glancing outside the living room before approaching the little woman he longed for, "Do you know Xu Huai'an?" His tone was steady, emotionless, yet his glossy black eyes were intently fixed on her.
Qianxue was instantly drawn into that deep, seemingly bottomless abyss; she slightly parted her lips and nodded, unaware that the scene just a moment ago was now stirring a storm in the man's chest.
