In the evening, when Zhuo Junyue's car slowly drove into the Zhuo Family's residence, the night sky was adorned with a bare tree outside the yard, laden with small red lanterns and colorful lights.
The windows of the house were decorated with numerous window decals.
Seeing these designs, the corners of Zhuo Junyue's mouth slightly curved upward, knowing that they must have cut them out by themselves.
The Zhuo Family's old house was quite large, and in the past, it always felt too big, giving a sense of desolation.
Now, looking at all this, it truly feels good to be home.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his beloved daughter running over, "Daddy, did you see? My brother and I hung those little lanterns outside, and we also cut the window decals ourselves. Pretty, right?"
Seeing his daughter's proud little face, Zhuo Junyue picked her up with one arm.
