The next day, at six o'clock in the early morning.
Li Qiao tiptoed out of the master bedroom.
After she left, the man on the bed opened his eyes, staring at the door she gently closed, his eyes were a deep black ink.
They had purposely avoided the topic of pregnancy the night before, each busy with their own matters before falling asleep in each other's arms.
It seemed no different than before, yet an invisible barrier appeared to stand between them.
In the living room, Luoyu was on the phone. Suddenly seeing Li Qiao, he covered the receiver in surprise, "Madam, you're up so early?"
Laden with a faint tiredness in her eyes, Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth and headed straight for the door.
She was leaving the house.
Luoyu hung up the phone and hurried to follow Li Qiao's steps, "I'll go start the car."
Without looking back, Li Qiao descended the stairs, "I'm going to take care of something, no need to follow me."
