When the door was pushed open, he saw her lowering her head and gently stroking her belly, the softness on her face like a layer of holy light.
He stared, a little dazed.
Especially at the moment she lifted her head, her smile so innocent, so sweet, completely without defense.
That was her truest, happiest smile.
But the instant she saw clearly that it was him, all her smiles vanished, leaving only instinctive fear and vigilance.
This change was like a knife viciously stabbing into his heart.
How had things ended up like this? He loved her so much—how had the two of them come to this point in the end.
Xia Weibao's face was full of wariness as she frantically looked around for something to defend herself.
However, Lu Hualiang was afraid she might hurt herself, so he simply didn't allow her to touch any sharp weapons like knives or guns; there was nothing at the bedside.
