Yueyue noticed that her mother's footsteps had not moved forward in the slightest, and just as she was about to step forward, her father grabbed her, shook his head at her, and signaled her not to disturb Feng Xuxu lost in her memories.
After a brief pause and looking at the familiar scenes, Feng Xuxu smiled silently to herself—it was exactly the same as before she left, nothing had changed.
"Is that Miss?" Xia Lian, carrying a basin, came out from the direction of the back garden. A few meters away, she looked from the side at the figure in a light blue flowing long dress, her hair done up in the style of a married woman, secured with only a Phoenix Step Hairpin adorned with a few scattered sparkling gemstones. She looked as if a fairy had stepped out of a painting.
Feng Xuxu slightly tilted her body to look at Xia Lian, who was standing in the distance in pink attire, and softly laughed, "I've returned."
