The early spring sunlight was gentle, casting a beautiful halo on her. Every strand of hair was clearly outlined, and from behind, her earlobes appeared almost translucent.
Why did he always feel she would leave?
Because even when she was right in front of him, her existence was ethereal.
Now, he had power and might; he could easily obtain anything except the stars in the sky and the moon in the sea, yet he couldn't turn back time to when the cracks began.
Sensing the gaze on her back, Lin Chu slowly turned her head.
From five meters away, against the light, she couldn't see clearly; the man's tall and slender figure was just a blur.
Lin Chu withdrew her gaze and beckoned her son over, "Qi Ming, didn't you say you were tired? Go back to your room and sleep, Mommy will make something delicious for you tonight."
Qi Ming looked at Lu Huai'an not far away, then at Lin Chu. He could sense something, but he wouldn't ask.
He nodded, "Okay."
