Inside the hospital room
Jiang Jiu stood by the door, pushed up the sunglasses on his nose, looked at the trembling Xiang Xiaoyuan, diminutive and helpless, looked at Tang Wan, his voice trembling.
"Sister Tang? What do you mean by that?" he stuttered, pitifully.
Chen Zhi didn't know her at all, he just glanced at Tang Wan. She was dressed in an extremely loose warm gray long outfit, covering her protruding belly, sitting dignified on the chair, not at all looking like a pregnant woman, lazily toying with the flowers at her side.
"You should call me Mrs. Jiang instead. After all, we aren't that close, and I'm not used to hearing it otherwise."
Tang Wan smiled at her, with a simple title, instantly drawing a clear line between them.
Her eyes and eyebrows were captivating, with a serene softness that seemed to transcend time, without any aggression, even gentle, always smiling when encountered, but at this moment, suddenly shot forth a lazy sharpness in her eyes...
