Half an hour later.
Beiming Han walked into this small apartment, his brows furrowed as he took in the place, smaller than even one bathroom in the North Garden, his handsome brow couldn't help but crease.
Particularly because the ceiling was so low. He could touch the roof just by raising his hand and had to duck when entering the door.
As Beiming Han entered the bedroom, Gu Qingxin was tucked under a blanket, curled up on the small bed – a small, delicate lump that made his heart melt.
Watching her sleep so peacefully, Beiming Han unconsciously moved lightly. He approached the bedside and stared at her face...
Just as Beiming Han was about to touch the little one's face, he became drawn to her slender neck.
When he noticed the abrasion on her fair neck, his brow furrowed severely and his face became extremely grim!