Holding Chi Jingxuan's hand, Qin Yuji walked home, and couldn't help turning back for a glance when they passed by Chi Yunxi's villa.
It was already late February, everything eagerly awaited revival, yet the grass within the fence was yellow and withered, exuding a sense of gloom everywhere. Even the grand and majestic villa appeared imbued with a distinct sadness at that moment.
But all of this was no match for the nearly desperate, gloomy mood of the two people inside the house, was it?
As if unable to bear looking any longer, Qin Yuji held onto Chi Jingxuan's arm and walked into their own home.
Yu Yu and Anan, having just celebrated their first birthday, were now able to walk quite nimbly. In the living room, the two little ones chased after each other, fighting over the toy train in Yu Yu's hand.
