Each time when Meng Yunhan saw her son's face getting pinched red, she'd feel a bit heartbroken and used a blend of spring and hot water to soothe Little Huzi's face.
Looking at her son's complete nonchalant demeanor, Meng Yunhan was always left somewhat exasperated. She wondered why he never cried.
Just like his father, really.
These warm days passed by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was the first day of school.
"Let's go, Little Huzi, we're taking your mom to school," Old Man Zhao has already adopted the local lingo.
"Alright." Meng Yunhan gently caressed her son's face.
With her admission notice in hand, Meng Yunhan, with her dad and son, went to register.
Kyoto University was bustling, and Meng Yunhan gave them a tour.
Because it was winter, the leaves of many trees had long fallen off, and a layer of snow covered the ground. It looked pure and beautiful. However, footprints caused some patches to look disheveled, but the untouched parts still retained their beauty.
