It was... Yu Qinglu who was supposed to be in the hospital receiving treatment.
She only had a loose cotton jacket on her upper body, while her lower body was still in thin striped hospital pants, and she was wearing hospital slippers with her toes exposed to the air, red from the cold.
She stood very close, her body almost pressed against the glass, with her fingers gently touching it, as if teasing the babies in the nursery.
Her excessively thin profile, with a hint of a smile, looked much more harmonious than before.
Mu Jinhuan's steps paused for less than a second before he strode towards the nursery, his polished black leather shoes tapping on the floor, echoing through the hallway.
A dark wave rolled in the depths of his dark eyes, yet the surface was as calm as an ancient well, revealing nothing to outsiders.
He stopped two steps away from the viewing glass, his thin lips slightly parted, "Qinglu, why are you here?"
Indifference, alienation.
