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When Wu Yan stretched out her hand to Liu Chao, a ray of sunlight happened to shine on her outstretched finger. Then Liu Chao saw the petals on her fingers. Wu Yan said, Liu Chao, look at my fingers. Are they beautiful? When Liu Chao looked at Wu Yan's fingers, Wu Yan said, Liu Chao, you are too primitive, why don't you pick it up and read it. Liu Chao smiled, you women's hands can't be picked up casually. When Liu Chao said this, of course Liu Chao picked up Wu Yan's hand and picked up the soft hand. There are some small silver petals scattered on the long nails, just like the snowflakes flying in the sky quietly falling on Wu Yan's fingers, and then passed through Wu Yan's meticulous craftsmanship. Looking left and right, they look like small plum blossoms blooming on Wu Yan's fingers. Liu Chao couldn't tell whether it had six petals or five petals. Liu Chao said, it's plum blossoms, right? Yan'er.

Putting down her phone, Ziyu suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction flowing through her body. Wang Yuan was planning to go out to play, but Ziyu didn't let him go out, so he stopped going. At home, Wang Yuan always follows Ziyu. Except for his daughter, in this family, it can be said that Ziyu has the final say. Wang Yuan never lost his temper with Ziyu, and it was Ziyu who started the quarrel first. Ziyu feels that this is the inherent pattern of a family. The layout of their home is like this. Maybe this is the original color of life. This made Ziyu feel satisfied. Ziyu feels that she is still accustomed to this established pattern, focusing on work and career, and treating family as a haven for rest. What she wants is peace. Even if she sometimes feels tired and pale, it is real, calm and peaceful.