Fate? (2)

"Thank you," expressed a young woman, accepting the steaming bowl with a polite nod.

Her steps hastened as she navigated through the evening crowd, her heart lighter as she spotted her daughter, Zhenxi, safely where she had left her—on a secluded park bench, contentedly swinging her small feet.

Under the park's softly glowing lamps, Zhenxi sat with the grace of a young princess.

Her glossy black hair, secured in playful pigtails with pink ribbons, bobbed gently as she sensed her mother's approach.

The lavender dress adorned with tiny daisies fluttered in the gentle breeze, adding to her childlike enchantment.

"Zi'er, don't run around, okay? Mommy will be right back," Fu Yuxin cautioned, her voice a tender melody of care and caution as she crouched to Zhenxi's level.