บท 405: Chapter 406 The Dearest Person to the Baby_1

In the expansive living room, it was already dusk outside the large floor-to-ceiling window that spanned several meters wide.

A sunset hung halfway in the sky, with less than a third of it visible past the distant skyscrapers, dipping towards the western hills bit by bit.

Qiao Xiaon'an leaned against the couch, having not moved for a long time. The breeze ruffled her hair, strands swept across her face, but she did not bother to brush them away.

She nestled in the deep recesses of the sofa, her eyes closed for a long time, in exhaustion.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her knees, giving a sense of melancholy that mirrored the saying: "The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk."

For over five years, Qiao Xiaon'an had never seemed this weary and frail in front of her family.

Today, she didn't know why, but she simply leaned against the couch and did not move for half an hour.