Airport lobby.
Xiao Bailu loosened her grip, and her luggage almost fell to the ground.
But the instinct of raising a child for many years made her immediately clutch the luggage bag tightly, not letting it fall—when going out with children, you always have to hold the child's little hand, not letting her get lost.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her gaze calm, looking at the "family of three" not far away.
The woman was virtuous and gentle, the child lively and adorable, and the man... his eyes were filled with indescribable affection for his child.
He was undoubtedly a good father.
Unfortunately, he was someone else's good father.
And she had become an outsider, the third party.
Realizing this, Xiao Bailu's entire heart seemed to be immersed in ice water.
The past few days at the Qingcheng Hotel and the country house, the constant bickering felt like a particularly unreal experience, she even doubted whether it ever really happened.
