Ye Xingbei followed behind the two children, her lips curling into a gentle and pleased smile.
With Gu Junzhu and Lingyue accompanying her son, he had grown happier, livelier, and more similar to children his age.
She treasured her current life.
She would make her utmost effort to maintain such a lifestyle.
She took her two children to the car.
In the car, Lingyue no longer had the look of envy or sadness. He was playing with Xiao Shu and their newly bought stuffed toy.
Seeing Lingyue hug the moon-shaped stuffed toy, Ye Xingbei couldn't help but hum a nursery rhyme:
"In the distant night sky, there's a curved moon,
Under the curled moon, there's a curved bridge,
Close to the bridge, there's a curved little boat,
The little boat floats gently, that's childhood's Ah Jiao…"
"Wow, sounds good! Mommy is amazing!" the little one cheered, placed his toy aside, and clapped enthusiastically.
Ye Xingbei smiled and patted his little head.
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