The party ended and Fu Qinglun drove off with Lin Shiyu and Little Shushu to head home. Since Little Lemon had gone for her dancing lesson that night, Fu Qinglun drove toward the school first.
By the time he arrived, Little Lemon was already standing outside waiting, under the yellow glow of the lights. Wearing a white dress with an apricot-colored cardigan tied around the waist, she was crouching down and cuddling a kitten.
Silky black hair cascaded past her smooth shoulders, half-concealing her delicate little face, with skin as white as snow and features as exquisite as a work of art. Even at her young age, her beauty was soul-stirring.
"Little Lemon, it's time to go home."
"Daddy, I'm coming." Little Lemon gently placed the kitten down and boarded the limousine.
