Facing Ellie Doyle's eyes, Hugo Hayes's steps halted.
In his gaze, something seemed to be brewing.
The little Harriet in his arms seemed to have noticed something. The little girl widened her eyes and reached out to touch the corner of Hugo Hayes's eyes: "Daddy, why are you crying?"
Hugo Hayes didn't speak, gently placing Harriet on the ground, but his gaze never left Ellie Doyle for a moment.
He heard his own voice sounding a bit hoarse: "The doctor will be here soon. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
At this moment, Ellie Doyle also felt his gaze. She gently shook her head, her eyes calm: "It's snowing. Did I sleep for a long, long time?"
Hugo Hayes gave a muffled hum, turned his face toward the direction of the snow-falling floor-to-ceiling window, his lips curved, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, instead, they were increasingly scarlet: "Yes, it's snowing. You really slept for a long time..."