Standing by the pond for a long time, watching the calm water, he suddenly felt his heart become peaceful.
Perhaps the method An Ning mentioned could be worth a try.
Not for anyone else, purely for the sake of their family!
Rising up, the tall man forced a smile onto his face, then walked back home.
An Ning held Xiaoniu, and within minutes, her arms ached with fatigue.
So she had to put him down and pulled him along with one hand.
Having just learned to walk, the child was deeply interested in moving his two legs.
Thus, rather than complaining, he grew more and more excited, wishing An Ning would let go so he could run ahead on his own two legs.
"Slow down..." An Ning was worried he might fall, so she ran in front of him, holding her arms out to catch him.
Xiaoniu giggled as he pounced into An Ning's arms, once again being picked up.
Repeating this several times, although the pace was slower, it was exceptionally joyful.
"Ningning..."
