She couldn't say anything more, stood up, walked out with a side glance, turned to look at the room where Niannian was, gazed for a few seconds, and finally forced herself to look away, without looking at her son.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, she was just afraid that if she took one more look, she wouldn't be able to leave.
Gritting her teeth, she quickly went downstairs, took the coat Xicheng handed over, and walked out of the living room door, Xicheng followed her out.
"No need to see me off, just take good care of the child!"
Xia Nuan raised her hand to signal him not to accompany her further, and stepped down the stairs.
The night was deep, the north wind howled, and at some point, the sky had started to float with tiny snowflakes.
Watching her heading for the gate, Xicheng stood on the steps, clenching his fists.
Watching her walk further away, Xicheng's thoughts jumped back to the past.
