In the twilight, a serious expression tinted his handsome features. Wen Ran looked at him, her heart inexplicably contracting.
For some reason, she felt a deep ache for Mo Xiuchen.
She ached for his worry over her, his anticipation for the baby, his plans for their future...
She didn't know if other women would feel the same for the men they loved. Perhaps it was because Mo Xiuchen was so wonderful that she felt this ache.
"You decide, whatever you think we should give to the baby," Wen Ran said, her eyes warm as she gazed at him. In truth, she felt that as long as the family was together and happy, the gift wasn't important.
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran didn't return to the villa until the sky had completely darkened.
In the living room, Qin Mu, Wen Jin, and An Lin had taken over the sofa, engrossed in a soccer match.
