"Good morning." Li Xingle's voice was hoarse beyond belief.
Li Buyan instinctively looked up. Stubble and bloodshot eyes were what she saw, and the lively tear mole seemed faded.
Her heart ached slightly.
After so long, she thought she had let go.
Even if he knelt before her, she wouldn't feel anything anymore.
But she was wrong.
He merely stood before her, and her heart was aching.
"Has the baby not woken up yet?"
Li Xingle's gaze was fixed on her.
"Still sleeping, let's go out and talk!" Li Buyan's petite figure passed by him.
Li Xingle wanted to grab her, but the moment he reached out, she had already moved away.
Out of his reach.
He closed the door and followed her.
They arrived at the garden downstairs. It was still early; only the two of them were there.
The surroundings were serene, and the morning air filled her lungs, but her gaze did not meet his.
Yet Li Xingle's eyes remained fixed on her profile.
"You've lost weight."
