Feng Qingxue listened and nodded along.
With a faint smile playing on her lips, her face was as beautiful as the rosy glow of dawn.
Zhou Zhou looked up at the sunset that had faded in the face of Feng Qingxue's smile, feeling abashed, stretched her hand to nudge Zheng Huihui, and interrupted her endless chatter, "Huihui, we've been out for half an hour already. If we don't go back now, Sister Aidang and the others will start to worry."
Reminded by her words, Zheng Huihui seemed to snap out of the excitement of seeing Feng Qingxue, apologetically flashing a brilliant white smile at her, "I'm sorry, Qingxue. I just get carried away when I talk about things, can't stop myself. I must have bored you with all my ranting, haven't I?"
"How could you?" Feng Qingxue returned a light smile, radiant yet gentle, without revealing her true emotions, "I'm truly grateful for the news about the children's father, really!"