Ning Xia's steps halted abruptly.
She stared blankly at the two men standing at the doorway. Bo Siyan, as always, was dressed in a handsome military uniform, exuding an air of noble aloofness, while Little Crybaby also wore his usual little suit, complete with a red bow tie that made his chubby little face look even more pink and tender.
How could they be here? Was she hallucinating?
Ning Xia blinked, then blinked again. The father and son didn't disappear; they still stood there, unmoving.
Every time she felt the whole world had abandoned her, every time she thought she was left completely alone, they would always descend into her world, bringing sunshine and warmth.
Ning Xia's lips uncontrollably curved upward, and she lifted her foot and ran towards them.
Bo Siyan watched the woman running over, unable to contain herself and even opening her arms. A smile surfaced from the depths of his eyes, along with a thick sense of pride.
