She started laughing, her eyes bending like the moon in the sky.
Mother Edwards also laughed from the side, saying, "The two kids really have a good relationship."
Hayes Edwards thought, where is it good.
The next morning, the morning light pierced through the vast clouds on the horizon, from afar it looked like fluffy cotton candy pressing down, the outline of the sun vaguely visible.
The street was very quiet, and many breakfast shops had just opened. Among the rising steam was a rich aroma of food.
Grace Winter woke up early, sitting on the balcony, holding a cup of fresh milk, swaying her little feet.
Hayes Edwards was still lazing in bed, vaguely hearing someone calling his name.
"Hayes Edwards, get up!"
The voice seemed to be right by his ear, soft yet very annoying.
He irritably muttered, "Don't bother me." Then he turned over, using the pillow to cover his ears.
The world barely considered calm.
