Ji Xiaosong gazed at the nursery designs covering the wall and the cute, chibi-style avatars of her and Huo Chen on the screen, but felt no stirrings of emotion.
None of Huo Chen's efforts had managed to capture much of Ji Xiaosong's attention.
'Ever since she regained her memories, she loved no one and trusted no one.'
'Her only focus was the mission.'
'Since her mission in this life was to give birth to a boy and a girl, she would use the time she had left to secure the best possible future for them.'
'That way, even after she was gone, they would live well under Huo Chen's protection.'
With this clarity, Ji Xiaosong began to gradually change her attitude in the face of Huo Chen's continuous displays of affection.
The days passed one by one, and as the babies in her womb grew, Ji Xiaosong proceeded with her plan ever more cautiously.
「In the blink of an eye, the seasons changed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Central Park West was deep in autumn color.」
