In the elevator, Shen Chaoxi flipped through the baby photos in her phone's album, visibly delighted.
"Look, newborns are really small!" she exclaimed, holding up her phone to the man beside her.
With no one else in the elevator, Shang Jianghan had one hand in his pocket and the other naturally resting on Shen Chaoxi's shoulder.
She had left the house wearing a long, loose sweater over a pair of dark blue pencil jeans, completed with her usual white athletic casual shoes. The jeans were cropped at the shins, revealing snow-white socks that stopped at the ankles and highlighting a section of her delicate, creamy ankle skin.
"Hmm, do you like kids?"
Shen Chaoxi tilted her head to look at him, meeting the tenderness in the man's dark eyes. After a moment of thought, she said, "It's amazing, isn't it? Don't let her current tiny, wrinkled appearance fool you, she'll grow up to be plump and smooth in just a month."
At this, Shen Chaoxi couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.