"Ling Ling, sweetheart, please don't run."
The little girl cheerfully dashed beside the lake. She watched how the flow of the water would slowly hit the rocks underneath. The bridge was made in a hard cement texture, painted in white and dirty gray. It was medium narrow only for three people; she leaned on it and widened her eyes. Ling Ling closed her eyelids and felt the fresh air passing through her body, it was refreshing.
Beside the bridge, on the left side, was a grassy land. There are several people also doing their outdoor picnics. Rui Jun, who was busy putting down the baskets, once again shot a glance at Ling Ling. "Sweetheart, be careful!" he reminded the girl who was enjoying the lake.
Yuxian, sitting on the thick mat that was placed on the grass, opened one of the baskets. "Let her be," he took out the breads "Let her enjoy this day too"
