Lu Xize watched the woman in his arms, his eyes barely blinking. He couldn't bear to look away.
Chu Yao was fast asleep, and Lu Xize's hand never left her lower abdomen, even though it was no longer cold.
He had practically watched the girl in his arms grow up. He had even been the one to handle her very first period.
It happened when she was thirteen, during summer vacation. He'd gone to play ball with some friends and wasn't home. When he returned, he was told that Chu Yao had come looking for him in tears. When she found he wasn't there, she had curled up on his bed and refused to get down no matter what.
Lu Xize was long used to this kind of behavior. With him, Chu Yao's tantrums were a common occurrence—first tears, then a scene, then dramatic threats. He hadn't paid it much mind.
