The Day of Turning over

The next morning, Mu Xiyan woke up very early.

She was wearing a light black dress with faint makeup on her face. Thinking back to how she hadn't gone to visit her after coming back for so long, Mu Xiyan couldn't help but feel guilty.

The more she loved someone, the more they would be afraid to face her, and that was exactly what she said.

Yan Chen and Tian Tian had long been waiting downstairs.

"What are all of you …." Mu Xiyan looked at the two of them tidying up, and it was obvious that they were going with her.

The fragrance of last night's bowl of soup seemed to be lingering in his mouth.

It filled her heart to the brim, and her original sadness and sadness had also faded a lot because of the father and son duo.

Yan Chen pulled out a bunch of chrysanthemums from his back like a magic trick. They were bright yellow and as beautiful as spring.