The skies were already bright by the time Qiao Anhao was finally out of labor. Exhausted, she fell asleep while being wheeled back to the ward.
After ensuring that both the mother and baby were well, the people who had waited the entire night gradually started to leave.
Xu Jiamu was the last one to go. Before he left, he walked to the baby cot to take one last look at Little Rice Cake. The baby had just been fed and was fast asleep.
Little Rice Cake seemed to have sensed that someone was looking at him, he shook his tiny head lightly and even pouted before breaking into a faint smile.
Xu Jiamu was delighted by the gesture, a bright smile engulfing his face. Gradually, his expression turned slightly glazed.
He stared at Little Rice Cake for a long while before finally leaving with a heavy heart.
It had been snowing in Beijing since the previous night, turning the city into a winter wonderland.
