Lin Tang looked at this familiar scene and, for a moment, it was as if she'd returned to a time long, long ago when she was still a child.
In those years, her father taught her in the same way.
Back then, the school she attended was far away, and her father walked more than ten miles every day to take her to school.
Thinking back on it now, it seemed like a thing of a previous life.
Come to think of it, wasn't it indeed a thing of a previous life...
With that thought, Lin Tang's gaze took on a complex, nostalgic smile.
The smile was sweet, filled with a relieved sense of fortune, bright as summer flowers.
Lin Qingmu saw it and, for some reason, felt a sudden pang in his heart.
It was an indescribable feeling.
As if, in their ignorance, his sister had been carrying something heavy for a very long time on her own...
He walked over and roughed up Lin Tang's hair a bit too aggressively.
"What are you thinking about?"
