Gu Nanqiao sat down across from him, then took a few sketches and placed them in front of herself.
Huo Jingting vaguely guessed what she wanted to do, obediently sitting there quietly.
To her, the most familiar person was the man opposite her, so familiar that she could outline the contours of his handsome face with her eyes closed.
Huo Jingting watched her as she lowered her head and focused on sketching his portrait, his gaze growing increasingly gentle.
Gu Nanqiao occasionally looked up at him, and whenever their eyes met, they couldn't help but exchange smiles.
...
On the day of childbirth, even though Huo Jingting had prepared for everything, he was inevitably a bit overwhelmed when the moment actually arrived.
Hurriedly sending her to the hospital, he also broke into a sweat from anxiety.
Gu Nanqiao was pushed into the operating room by a nurse, the waves of intense pain turning her face pale as she lay on the bed, unable to stop herself from writhing.
