The hospital lobby was bustling with people, yet Gu Nian's steps seemed rooted to the ground.
Gu Nian took a closer look and saw the child wrapped in pink sweater in Fu Jingshen's arms, about two or three years old, a little girl whose face was not very clear, shielded by Fu Jingshen's tall frame. The woman by his side was tall and slender, wearing a creamy white down jacket and looking very graceful and clean.
They headed toward the pediatric department. Gu Nian didn't have time to take a clear look before they had gone far.
Gu Nian's complexion paled a bit. Fu Jingshen was usually as cold as ice; just now, looking at the softness that appeared in his eyes for the child, the care and attention could not deceive anyone.
As for the woman, she looked at Fu Jingshen and the child with a face full of tender concern.
No matter how you looked at it, they resembled a family of three.