On this evening, the two of them sat by the shore of West Lake, smiling as they enjoyed their dinner.
After dinner, they held hands and strolled along the dimly lit embankment. They smiled sweetly, their beautiful eyes looked forward, and they played together. As they laughed, the light faded away, and everything was like a dream.
At night, they lingered in the guest room by the lake. It was needless to say that they loved each other for a night.
When they woke up the next day, they went for a morning run, facing the sun and the breeze, welcoming the new life that they had been looking forward to.
Yes, new life, new hope, new yearning, this was Xiao Jinghuan's perception.
That afternoon, the two left Hangzhou and returned to Shanghai.
On the way, his mother's phone rang again."
"Hey, little ancestors, when are you coming back?"
