By the time Pei Ziheng returned home, it was nearly evening.
As soon as he entered, he saw Shen Mingzhu holding Little Guoguo, wandering through the living room. The golden sunset outside the window cast a soft halo around mother and daughter.
Pei Ziheng couldn't help but stop in his tracks, silently watching this heartwarming tableau.
When Shen Mingzhu turned around, she saw her son standing at the entryway, lost in thought. Her palm-sized lovely face bloomed into a bright smile, softly calling out to him—
"Son, come in."
Pei Ziheng walked over, tilting his snow-white and beautiful little face upward, "Mom, I'm back."
Shen Mingzhu freed one hand and ruffled his hair, "There's something delicious for you in the fridge, go get it yourself."
"Mm."
Pei Ziheng first went upstairs to change into clean clothes and washed his hands and face before coming back down to the kitchen.
