Their faces already showed undeniable joy, and their inner feelings went without saying.
The two of them supported Xiang Baobei, who had just fallen, back into the hall, one on the left and one on the right.
I estimate Xiang Yimo and his wife have been back for a few days now—the living room was spotless, even the floor was so clean it could reflect like a mirror. In the hall, it was still the same as before, with flowers everywhere. As soon as you walked in, the fragrance of the flowers washed away Xiang Baobei's gloominess from these days!
Xiang Baobei was probably too emotional, unable to hold back, tears fell down, landing right on the cut on her face, hurting and stinging, wow, it stimulated her tear glands, causing even more tears to flow.
"Baobei, how did this happen to you, what's going on?" Lingling asked nervously, tightly clasping Xiang Baobei's arm.
