The room was clear after the rain, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
Xiao Xiyue's black hair was disheveled, her forehead nestled in Lu Changsheng's arms, whispering sweet nothings.
Lu Changsheng held her tenderly, his palm lightly lifting to take out a memory stone from his storage bag.
It contained recordings of their daughter Lu Wangshu's everyday life.
Knowing Xiao Xiyue would miss their daughter, he had prepared for this in advance.
Xiao Xiyue watched the small moments of her daughter in the memory stone, who could already call out for her parents, prompting waves of longing to see her child.
"Xi Yue, if you miss Wangshu, you can go to Red Leaf Valley Market to find Miaoge and have her bring Wangshu over."
"I have already discussed our matters with her."
Lu Changsheng said tenderly, caressing her soft and smooth skin.
"Hmm~"
Xiao Xiyue acknowledged softly, with a light hum.
