Mother's life had been peaceful lately. Sometimes, after waking up, she would sit on the little balcony off her bedroom and bask in the sun. She had never once mentioned Father to me.
I, too, lived what seemed like a fairly peaceful life, never taking the initiative to discuss Father even once. It was an eternally bloody wound laid bare between us.
She avoided it in front of me.
And wasn't I doing the same?
Neither of us wished to casually touch the scars from so many years ago again.
Yet a scar was still a scar. One day, it would be torn completely open.
Deep within the Greater Khingan Range.
Ye Ranxing looked around excitedly, beginning to learn Yangyang's lively nature as she ran wild through the primeval forest.
On her last day before school started, she had to cherish every last moment.
Only Ye Zhaoxuan remained quiet to an unbelievable degree. Holding my hand, she silently watched her younger sister, a faint smile always lingering at the corners of her lips.
I secretly observed my daughters.
Not bad. Xiao Xuan had grown up a little too.
At least she now knew she was an elder sister and would no longer casually fight with her younger sister.
Ye Qingxian was slightly lost in thought.
As for creating a romantic atmosphere that would move Junior Sister.
She had quite a few plans in mind.
But she had never made a final decision on which method would be the most suitable.
Because Junior Sister's personality was very placid, yet that placidity revealed the truth of life everywhere. Naturally, she had rarely heard her mention anything she liked or wanted to do.
Since the two little ones still had school the next day, I temporarily changed the hiking plan to simply watching