Xia Xiaoqiao had seen Gu Shaoting and Shu Pan being so affectionate for the first time. Their movements were very natural—Shu Pan feeding him a spoonful and Gu Shaoting taking one, harmoniously coordinated.
This kind of understanding was definitely not developed momentarily. Having been married for so long, such acts were only natural.
Xia Xiaoqiao saw how warm the atmosphere inside was and knew she would surely ruin it upon entering, and was certain that her intrusion would not be welcomed.
Xia Xiaoqiao had a good understanding of Gu Shaoting's personality: he never showed a pleasant face to those he disliked.
Xia Xiaoqiao stood at the doorway, hesitating to proceed, uncertain whether or not to knock and enter.
She pursed her lips, looked at the thermos in her hands—it was the congee she had rushed to prepare that morning, intending to bring it to Gu Shaoting.