Fu Sichen noticed Jiang Mian's somewhat troubled expression and took her slightly damp and warm palm without hesitation, "Grandpa, we're going to step outside for a moment; we'll be back soon."
Fu Jingcun looked at his grandson and granddaughter-in-law with a loving smile, "Go on, there's no rush. Take your time."
If he hurried, his family might soon celebrate four generations under one roof.
Elated, he felt like painting a picture or writing a calligraphy piece.
Leaning on his cane, Fu Jingcun returned to his study.
Fu Sichen led Jiang Mian by the hand to the wooden swing in the backyard garden.
The flower vines twisted and climbed upwards, circling around. The swing here was exactly like the one at their own home.
As their eyes met, both halted, "You..."
"Mhm, me first."
