Mu Xiangwan's eyes were sparkling, twinkling like stars, especially the moment she saw the man, her whole face lit up.
And after the period of morning sickness passed, her body became much fuller, her complexion rosy, exuding the round charm unique to pregnant women. In Su Chaoyang's eyes, even the cold winter day felt as warm as a spring breeze.
He hurriedly supported her as her body moved swiftly forward. Su Chaoyang naturally reached out to tuck the hair falling at her temples behind her ear, his dark eyes filled with tenderness, "Why are you walking so fast? Be mindful of where you're stepping!"
Mu Xiangwan glared at him playfully yet still asked, "Why are you back so early? I thought you'd be back by dark."
Su Chaoyang sat down with her to the side, his gaze falling on the painting on the table, casually answering, "If I have the time, I'll come back early. Do I need a reason for that? Did you paint again?"
