The early morning in late autumn is a good time to go out and enjoy the scenery and keep warm in the bright sunshine.
Martin was running and playing in the courtyard, his happy laughter echoing across the sky.
"Martin, slow down..." Ava was sitting on the swing knitting a sweater. When she saw Martin's happy face, the corners of her rosy lips curled into a crescent shape.
Happiness was nothing more than being happy with the people closest to you, or being in close contact with the one you love the most. Her heart was not big, as long as she had one of them, she would be blessed.
"Sister, this place is more beautiful than our previous home." When Ava called him, Martin ran back and jumped lightly onto the swing.
Speaking of the past, Ava stopped knitting clothes, her eyes dark with sorrow, "Martin, do you like this place or your previous home?"
