In the dusk, the noble gate of the Marquis Mansion was dimly lit with cold light. As I pushed the tofu-selling croissant cart, my heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of my chest. In the past three years, all the sticks and cold words and humiliations have failed to stop me from wanting to see my children. Now that my step-wife is pregnant, the prince is actually willing to return a pair of children to me, my second cousin. Under the warm light, my son was much taller but his eyes were full of disgust, and my daughter was as thin as a reed. I clutched the plum candy hidden in my sleeve tightly. This time, I would not let go of their hands no matter what.
