In the courtyard, a group of children were playing.
"Daddy!"
A little girl dressed in a red cotton-padded jacket and fur coat, sitting on a swing and nibbling on a hawthorn stick, called out crisply when she saw Lu Changsheng.
She then hopped off the swing and ran to Lu Changsheng with her little short legs, pitter-pattering away. She handed the hawthorn stick to Lu Changsheng and said with a smile, "Daddy, it's so sweet."
A smile spread across Lu Changsheng's face as he tasted a hawthorn stick.
Indeed, it was very sweet, sweet to the core.
Casting a glance at Lu Ping'an and his sons, who were playing joyfully with the Nine Netherhound, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but huff in mock annoyance before scooping up his daughter.
He held her slightly cold hands and said softly, "Come, it's cold outside, let's go play inside."
Daughters really are more considerate.
Lu Changsheng carried his daughter, Lu Xile, into the main hall.
