Little Beauty held her old man's head and laughed gleefully as Lian Qiao watched and playfully scolded her, "Little lunatic!"
"Both of you are little lunatics..." Grandpa Xing chuckled, his smile too wide to close his mouth.
For them, this scene was warmer than honey—tender father, loving husband, virtuous wife, kind mother—
But in the eyes of another woman, it was all sadness.
Yunxi stood quietly at the corner of the corridor, holding her older nephew's hand, her eyes filled with an indissoluble sense of loss.
That legendary woman really was Lian Qiao, and that daughter—could she really be his?
When she first heard the rumors, she refused to believe them, and only today, she had found the chance to volunteer to pick up her older nephew for her sister-in-law.
And the situation before her eyes was crystal clear.
After a moment of silence, she pulled her nephew's hand, intending to leave quickly before they noticed, but the little boy let go of her hand and chased after them—
