Your dad isn't as busy as he had been in my dream and will be home quite often. Perhaps, the three of you will be brought up by him.
If the children had nightmares and started crying, she would let Brother Zhai accompany the children. Yes, that was the plan.
With Zhai Hua's urging, Jiajia quickly took out her winter vacation homework. It was a thick stack and she fought through it page by page.
Hearing the pen scratches against Jiajia's paper as she started on her homework conscientiously, the adults lowered their voices significantly. "Now that both of your troubles have returned to Ping Cheng, you can do your two-month-long confinement peacefully." Zhai Hua couldn't deny that the children were indeed good-looking. They had inherited all of their parents' best traits. Their pale-white skin was just like the fresh snow outside.
Snow came with a cold fragrance, but her niece and nephews had a fragrant baby scent.
