Miss Nan was pregnant, but Mr. Mu didn't seem to show much concern.

Mu Jin Huan's eyes were indifferent as he glanced at the door that had just closed, his handsome brows furrowed. He took long strides and went upstairs.

After opening the bedroom door, the orange light was soft, the heater set to the most comfortable temperature, and the room was quiet.

The first thing that entered his sight was the suitcase placed by the window, spread open on the carpet, neatly packed with his clothes.

And then, it was the person curling up into a small ball under the covers, her black long hair spread like seaweed.

He took long strides and walked closer.

Fine beads of sweat were on her forehead, her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, fingers clutching the duvet tightly, and there was an unease on her small face that only appeared in sleep.

Mu Jin Huan stood by the bed, and his deep black eyes seemed to be soaked in warm water. His chiseled handsome face was gentle at this moment.