Bo Yan put the fruit into his mouth and chewed, it was both sour and sweet. He glanced at Xia Siyu again. He didn't know why, but perhaps it was the look in her eyes at the moment—there was nostalgia, beauty, disgust, and even hatred.
A simple single-celled creature like Xia Siyu, to have such an expression in her eyes, didn't need to be thought about— it was definitely related to her family. Lately, Xia Siyu had been playfully cursing too much with him, so much so that even he almost forgot that this girl grew up in Sicily as a child.
Christmas, when it came to our country, was just a commercial promotion, a festive occasion for young people to join in the fun, but it was different in the West.
On such a festival, it was certainly about family reunions filled with joy.
Because he had mentioned her mother before, this time Bo Yan put down the socks and earnestly asked, "Missing mom?"
