Ye Xingbei could see that it was a little awkward for Lingyue to behave like a child.
But Lingyue did not refuse. He let his son hold his hand and join in the mess running around the living room.
Ye Xingbei watched with a smile, but the more she watched, the more she felt for the two children.
Her son used to be like Lingyue, preferring calmness over activity, looking like a little adult.
With Gu Junzhu, her son's nature seemed to be liberated overnight, becoming more and more like a child of his age.
Such a child seemed to be living in a honey pot, with everything sweet as honey in their heart and radiant smiles on their faces.
She wished that one day, Lingyue could also be like her son, live like a child.
Ye Xingbei watched the two children play for a while, then waved to them, "Okay, stop playing. Come and take a rest, and let's eat."
