At this moment, on the balcony of the second floor.
Yue Yiming, who was dressed in white, sat quietly in front of the drawing board. He held the pale gray pen in his hand and skillfully wrote on the white drawing paper.
The sun shone on his body, making him look so warm and gentle, handsome and elegant.
After an unknown amount of time, his hand finally stopped moving.
On the white paper, there was a delicate and beautiful face.
He raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek. The corners of his lips curled up into a bitter smile, and his voice was as light as a breeze. “It’s good that you’re okay...”
Mu Siyin was already pregnant, so the sooner the better.
No matter how unwilling mother Shi was, the first thing she did when she went back was to find a master to look after the two of them for a good day. Then, she informed Shi Beiyu.
Shi Beiyu hung up the phone and smiled at Mu Siyin. “It’s the first day of next month.”
