Every time she saw him and responded with cold words, his heart was filled with rage, convinced that she understood nothing about him.
It was not until Xiaobao was a full month old that Tuoba Lie finally visited the inside of Nan Feng's tent.
Approaching the entrance, he caught a whiff of the milky scent that all infant rooms possess, though he couldn't tell if it emanated from the child or the clothes in the room.
Tuoba Lie had expected to see a messy chamber, but to his surprise, the room was meticulously tidy. He wasn't sure if it was Nan Feng or the maid who kept it so clean, for Nan Feng wasn't there at the moment, only the month-old infant lay on the bed.
Tuoba Lie couldn't help but take a glance over.
The child was wide awake, flailing arms and legs about the bed, drooling, making burping sounds with her lips, and when she saw Tuoba Lie, she smiled at him, intentionally or not, and shrank her limbs in excitement.
Did she like him?