Yang Ruxin gave Gu Qingheng a blank look: "You've become bad."
Actually, Gu Qingheng had noticed ever since he woke up and saw his little wife that after a few months of absence, as the girl kept growing, her features had blossomed. Her facial features, already delicate and beautiful, typically expressed a carefree temperament. However, what now could not be ignored was that the charm in her brow and eyes could no longer be concealed.
He was her husband, yet just that glance made him feel a tightness in his heart.
Suddenly he felt a sense of relief, grateful that he had met her before everyone else and kept her by his side, grateful for Guan Qingshu's blindness.
"Sister Ruxin." Caoya had already run over, looking up at Yang Ruxin with a face full of admiration.
Yang Ruxin smiled and reached out to touch her head: "Where is your sister?"
"Sister is helping to simmer porridge." Caoya smiled, "I can help too."
