The servants finished their meal and went for a walk outside, conveniently helping to pick up the planes. They placed them together and carried them up all at once for the last time.
Jun Mochan watched from the window as one paper airplane after another flew down, a noticeable curve formed at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.
He thought, these were precisely what he pursued and needed to protect.
After dark, Ye Ranran was still with Jun Xiaobao arranging flowers.
She sat behind a small coffee table filled with flowers and had a vase.
Ye Ranran handled trimming the flowers while Jun Xiaobao was responsible for placing them into the vase.
Jun Xiaobao had no aesthetic sense yet and couldn't distinguish what was beautiful or not, ultimately ending up with a bizarre arrangement.
"Mommy, do you think my arrangement looks good?" Jun Xiaobao eagerly sought praise and kisses.
The child was young, and being honest might hurt his self-esteem.
