Huo Shaohua handed Tianxin over to Ping, and Ping took Tianxin out to play.
The shop was left with only the two of them, looking at each other and not knowing how to start the conversation.
Huo Shaohua took big strides to her, his heart aching as he took her injured hand, "What happened to your hand?"
The white bandages still showed faint traces of blood, the wound must be deep and painful.
"I accidentally cut myself with the scissors just now," Tian Xingyun blinked and lowered her head, his care warmed her heart and she suddenly wanted to cry.
Because she had him in her heart, his concern immediately broke down her previous strength.
"How could you be so careless? You're already a mother, how can you still be this clumsy?" Huo Shaohua scolded softly with heartache, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.
He kissed her hair tenderly, holding her tightly in his embrace.
These days he really missed her, but he didn't know how to face her.
