Luo Qiao came out of the hospital, already past eleven at night.
As soon as she stepped out of the main entrance, she saw the car lights turn on, and Lu Yichen got out of the car: "Finished?"
Luo Qiao felt a wave of warmth: "It's so cold, why didn't you wait inside?"
Lu Yichen opened the passenger door for her: "If I waited inside, people kept coming over to talk to me, so I came out instead. I'm dressed warmly, not cold."
As he started the car, Lu Yichen took a small blanket from the back and placed it on Luo Qiao's legs: "How's the child?"
Luo Qiao pulled the blanket up a bit: "Cranial fracture, thankfully there was no damage to the brain tissue inside. It's really a miracle the child survived—so young, how could anyone do that."
Thinking of something, Luo Qiao asked, "Why did you come over?"
