In the afternoon, Xu Qing left home with his two kids to take the bus.
Approaching three years old, they no longer needed constant holding, but he still liked to hold one in his left arm and one in his right, savoring the feeling of being hugged from both sides.
The two children looked quite similar, yet one could already distinguish between the boy and the girl... To help them become aware of their own gender, Jiang He kept Xu Jin's hair long, while Xu Shi'an and his dad both sported buzz cuts.
Through the flower shop's glass window, Jiang He saw Xu Qing getting off the bus with the kids and walking towards the store, looking quite pleased with himself.
"He doesn't seem tired at all," Song Hui also noticed Xu Qing, who was affectionately holding a child in each arm, and couldn't help but lament that some people just make you feel inferior.