The hospital room was silent. Qiao Anxia clenched both sides of the chair, turning to look at Lu Jinnian, who was still holding Qiao Anhao. His gaze never once left the woman in his arms, as though there was no one else in the room.
Right now, he was oblivious to the surroundings—there was only Qiao Anhao in his eyes.
As the night deepened, Qiao Anxia slightly loosened her rigid body, standing to pour two cups of water. She walked over, placing one of the cups in front of Lu Jinnian.
His attention remained focused on Qiao Anhao, he didn't even bother lifting his gaze to look in Qiao Anxia's direction. Qiao Anxia pressed her lips into a thin line, her grip on the cup tightening. In that instance, she felt as though she was unneeded and a hindrance in the ward.
