It was untouched, with no changes to any details.
Although she had been away for some time, returning here made everything feel familiar again. She could probably recognize if anything was out of place.
At first glance, Jiujiu wasn't in the living room.
And there was Gu Liancheng, who suddenly smeared a handful of flour on Cute's face. She cried out, "Hey, dad! What are you doing? It's dirty! Flour is for eating, not playing!"
Cute ran back to Eleven, with several traces of flour on her face. The little princess, her face a mess, complained indignantly, "Mom! Look at dad! He made me so dirty!"
Seeing this, Eleven felt warm inside, and let out a smile.
She suddenly felt a rush of coziness.
Her adorable children, and Gu Liancheng, with his coat off, in a formal white shirt. The buttons at his cuffs were unfastened, his sleeves rolled up, his left hand covered in flour, and some smudged on his face, too.
