Bai Lian was the first to stop. She stood there, turning slightly to look at Ren Jiawei.
Mao Kun had seen Ren Jiawei in the hospital before; his impression of her was much better than that of Ren Qian. With his blonde hair, his hands in his pockets, he watched quietly.
"I..." Ren Jiawei stepped forward cautiously, and she finally saw Xiaoqi's face clearly, "Your leg..."
But Xiaoqi was very calm. He had already spent a long time coming to terms with his identity and remained as placid as ever, "Much better."
Ren Jiawei appeared cautious, her face filled with guilt and a deep sense of helplessness, and he felt somewhat unable to respond. This blood tie was too unfamiliar to him.
"Good, good," Ren Jiawei seemed to murmur.
She looked closely at Xiaoqi's face, reminded of the first time they met at the airport, when she had been shocked by Xiaoqi; some of his expressions and temperament resembled Ji Shaorong.