"Hmm." Shanshan nodded, giving him a big bear hug, "Mu Chen, goodbye."
Mu Chen looked down at the little girl hugging him, his lips curving into a slight smile.
In the end, he reached out and tousled her jet-black hair.
"Shanshan, our little secret can't be told to others, okay?"
The little girl Shanshan readily agreed.
Watching Mu Chen and Del leave, Shanshan suddenly remembered something and shouted toward Mu Chen, "Mu Chen, you didn't say goodbye to me again."
Hearing the voice behind him, Mu Chen pressed his lips together in a smile.
The night, the wind picked up.
The lights were brightly lit, the warm yellow glow exuding a sense of coziness.
"Shanshan, what are you looking at?"
Jian Qing came downstairs after her bath and saw her little girl lying on the edge of the table. She approached with curiosity.
Looking down, she saw the little girl Shanshan holding a calendar.
"Mommy."
Shanshan looked up and called out softly.
