Home.
This was the second time Lu Mian had heard this word from Xiao Qimo's mouth.
It was also the second time she had become lost in thought because of it.
Her expression was dazed as she looked at the man across from her, as if she had returned to her kindergarten days.
Back then, her parents didn't dislike her yet, their relationship was still passable, and the family of four was harmonious.
Her father was very principled at the time, clearly stating that he would not take over the Lu Family's business. He bought a small house of over eighty square meters inside the third ring of Wucheng, and the family led a simple life there.
The kindergarten was inside their residential community, and every Monday to Friday, her father would stand under an old locust tree at the school gate, waving at her and Lu Xinnuan, "Mianmian, Nuannuan, come home for dinner!"
Just like Xiao Qimo at this moment, bathed in the setting sun, overflowing with brilliance.
