Zhuo Junyue, with one hand in his pocket like a noble gentleman, walked into Ningyan's hospital room.
Ningyan's body felt heavy now, she had a decent sleep last night, but now she couldn't sleep at all.
Just lying in bed for too long, she felt tired.
Seeing Zhuo Junyue simply dressed in a grey round-neck shirt, she couldn't help but wonder, how could her uncle still be so handsome?
Time didn't bring much change to his face.
Instead, it added a maturity and heaviness, making him look even more imposing.
Zhuo Junyue, seeing the expression on Ningyan's face, couldn't help but slightly curve the corners of his mouth upwards.
Su Ningyan felt truly blessed, considering her husband was handsome enough on his own.
Later, to have two handsome sons and a beautiful daughter as well.
Life, fulfilled.
Zhuo Junyue walked over, sat beside her, "Baby, tell me, what were you just thinking about?"
Ningyan felt a bit embarrassed, but still honestly spoke out.
