His son had grown up, taller now, with his characteristics visible in the boy's face, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Zhu Zihao stood there, silently observing them, as if by observing for longer, he could prolong the beautiful and peaceful life they were living.
Qin Sisi understood his emotions and excused herself to the living room, examining the entire house without disturbing him.
There were no extravagant decorations. It looked like a very ordinary family home, but every corner was cleaned scrupulously – the work of a diligent woman of the house.
The mother and son sitting on the sofa emanated a sense of harmony. The mother always spoke in a gentle, soft tone, and the little boy behaved very well.
Qin Sisi felt that, upon seeing that his wife and child had a decent life, Zhu Zihao should be able to leave in peace.
An hour later, Zhu Zihao finally moved to Qin Sisi and suggested, "Ms. Qin, let's set down the things."
