Su Yue's fingertips gently touched the cool window. After six years, she finally came back. On the small seat next to him, five-year-old Su Xiaohang was holding a comic book and reading intently. His long eyelashes were like two small fans, and the profile of his face was as delicate as a work of art carefully carved by God. Especially those deep eyes that were exactly the same as someone's, could always inadvertently evoke the softest corner of Su Yue's heart.
"Mom, do we really want to live in Lin City?" Su Xiaohang raised his head and asked in a sweet voice. He pointed out the window with his little finger, "The houses here are so high."
Su Yue withdrew her gaze, stretched out her hand to rub her son's hair, and said in a gentle voice: "Yes, we will live here from now on...
