Gu Zichen always played with Niannian, telling her stories. Nowadays, Gu Zichen could tell plenty of fairy tales to Niannian fluently without relying on his phone. His voice was really pleasant to listen to, deep and magnetic, narrating smoothly. He seemed just like the usual Gu Zichen, no different. Was she overthinking? Qiao Xiguan gripped the steering wheel, focusing intently on the road as she drove.
Returning home. A routine had formed wherein, after the four family members returned home, Gu Mingnian and Gu Minglu would play in the living room, Gu Zichen would cook, and Qiao Xiguan would help around, as was the daily custom. Tonight, they made braised pork, Niannian's favorite. The family gathered around the dining table. Niannian had a piece of braised pork, and her small mouth immediately pouted. Qiao Xiguan's eyes tightened, casting a sharp glance at Niannian. Niannian pouted, swallowing it down bite by bite.
