A child's longing for their mother seems to be an innate instinct.
Xingxing had never met her own mother.
But the yearning and longing in her eyes were so genuine.
Whenever the word "mother" was mentioned, her eyes and brows couldn't help but curve upwards with joy.
Watching little Xingxing like this, Xia Yangyang couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
How could anyone bear to part with such an adorable child?
Perhaps there was an unavoidable hardship?
As her thoughts were swirling, Gu Qichen also came up.
He sat down right on the edge.
With Xia Yangyang sitting on the far left, the two children in the middle, and Gu Qichen on the right,
the four of them looked up at the starry sky.
Their spirits lifted rapidly.
Little Xingxing chattered away like a little magpie.
Her sweet and clear voice seemed to float everywhere in the tranquil courtyard.
The night breeze was a bit chilly.