"Yes, Niannian... Mr. Fu, Merry Christmas."
An Xuan's facial scratch had healed quite well by now and it was covered with makeup, barely visible. She was wearing a white wool coat, looking somewhat pale.
She seemed to have lost weight?
Well, no matter how you look at her, she seems to embody the persona of a white lotus flower, haha...
...
Gu Nian's lips curled into a faint smile, devoid of much affection.
The Fu family patriarch looked at the young couple returning together, feeling quite pleased, after all, despite his old age, he knew the youngsters these days liked to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas.
Fu Yang still remembered the "miscarriage" incident concerning Gu Nian, feeling pangs of regret every time he saw her.
After all, he was old and indeed longed to see the third generation.
...
The elderly patriarch spoke with a voice showing his age, "You're back, have a seat..."
