Instead of standing on the moral high ground, blindly advising the other to be rational.
Interaction is very bland, and infrequent, but in Ji Anning's heart, her friendship with Jin Yuanyuan is already deeply rooted.
Ji Chicheng opened the front door.
In the kitchen, the aroma is diffusing, and two women inside are chatting and laughing. He curved his lips and directed his gaze toward the living room.
Two little ones are lying on the mat, Zhen Cheng is playing with a Rubik's cube, and Fenfen is resting her chin in both hands, staring unblinking at Zhen Cheng's skilled technique.
Big eyes bright and sparkling, with a hint of admiration. Actually, if you look closely, the little girl's eyes are not much like Anning's, more elongated.
Her pupils are particularly dark and shiny, dark but somewhat not pure.
"What are you looking at?"
