In an instant, he felt like he had become a rootless drifting plant, once again with nothing to rely on.
At this moment, he suddenly missed Gu Qingxin so much. It was she who gave him a home, and whenever he thought of her in that home, his heart would feel warm.
He picked up his phone and dialed Gu Qingxin's number.
"Hello, Ah Han." Gu Qingxin's sweet voice came through, instantly calming Beiming Han's heart.
"What are you doing?" Beiming Han swiveled his chair and turned to look at the view outside the window. From his height, he could overlook the entire city, but among the millions of families, only one touched his heart.
"The yarn we ordered online arrived. I'm figuring out how to knit a sweater for the baby." Gu Qingxin held the yarn, loving it immensely. She imagined their baby wearing the sweater she knitted, crawling around on the soft carpet, and she felt so happy.
"Oh." Beiming Han responded, imagining the same scene, only with her in it as well.
