July 8th.
The sun hung high in the sky; it was neither hot nor cool, and there was scarcely a breeze. The weather could truly be described as exceptionally good.
Seeing the fine weather, An Jing stepped out of the house, moving about in the yard, walking, stopping, stretching, and yawning—considering it her physical exercise.
As for Xiao Changyi, he sat at the entrance of the main hall, keeping an eye on the four children in the cradle while occasionally glancing at An Jing in the courtyard.
Occasionally, their gazes would meet unintentionally—one smiling like a blooming flower, the other with a slight curl of the lips—both feeling incredibly sweet inside.
Meng Zhuqing stood not far away, ready to cater to An Jing and Xiao Changyi's needs with just a shout, but now, seeing them sweeten their day with mere eye contact, he felt their affection had reached a new peak.
It was enough to make anyone jealous!
