It was another sunny day.
As soon as she disembarked the plane, she saw Emperor Quan with a stroller in one hand and Little Thirteen in the other.
Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded wisdom and presence without restraint. He stood there with grandeur, smiling at her with a hooked lip.
"Back already?"
Zhan Se walked over slowly, smiling as she took Little Fifteen from his embrace, then slid a hand into the crook of his arm.
"Let's go, let's go home."
The shadows of this family of four stretched long in the sun.
Emperor Quan glanced at the bracelet with the eighteen characters on her wrist, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
"I'm sorry, I lied to you again."
"I know, he didn't want to tell me."
Emperor Quan pursed his lips, let out a silent sigh, and gripped her hand tightly.
