Beiming Han looked at the smile on Gu Qingxin's small face. Although it couldn't completely hide her sorrow, it was always good that she could smile.
He could tell that her mood had improved a bit since coming here.
There was no way Beiming Han could bear to let Gu Qingxin cook, and Bai Qianqian wouldn't let her either. It hadn't been long since her miscarriage; she couldn't touch cold water.
So, Gu Qingxin just helped a little before being carried upstairs by Beiming Han.
Beiming Han's near-obsessive love for Gu Qingxin had been witnessed by An Xiaonuan, so she just continued her tasks silently.
Huangfu Ye sat on the sofa, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the kitchen before turning to see An Xiaonuan, who was squatting down, working with the seafood.
