Seeing her smile, Qin Mu felt like his heart had melted.
It had melted in those days under the radiant sunlight, by the reed marshes along the river, where the snow-white reed catkins fluttered and the cowherd sat on his cow as the cow walked slowly by the riverside.
That day, there was a strange melody that echoed in his head. He wanted to hum it, to sing it out, yet he was not able to.
He had felt that the tune was so familiar, so dear, yet he couldn't seem to recall it.
At this moment, he remembered that nursery rhyme.
When he was swaddled in the basket, he had heard the nursery rhyme, he had heard this voice.
He walked to the side of the girl who was humming the nursery rhyme that was familiar to him yet one that he couldn't recall, and he sat down with a smile. "It's been a long time since we last met. Do you still remember that baby called Qin Fengqing in the basket? I am him."
