"You've seen Father the last time, and this is Mother here. Say hi to them!"
"Father, Mother…"
"Xiaye? That's a nice name. Did your Mother give you that name?" Mu Tangchuan's gentle voice reached her as she greeted them. There was a kind smile in his eye. He looked at Zhuang Shurong beside him and she nodded back to him.
"Mmm, Mother said she hoped for me to be like the clear night sky during the summer, so she gave me this name, "Xi Xiaye replied.
Mu Tangchuan and Zhuang Shurong looked each other, then he smiled. "It sure sounds like your mother who'd say that."
"Alright, it's cold out here. Let's get inside. We're preparing lunch and it'll be ready soon. Your grandfather and I are cooking today. Lucky you!" Wang Hui nagged with a smile when she noticed the frigid wind breezing from outside.