The heavens really blessed us with a beautiful day—the sun was shining brightly and the weather was refreshingly clear, perfect for flying kites.
The three little ones grabbed their windmills and started running, the wind sweeping them into motion, spinning with a rustling sound that made the children laugh joyously.
"Auntie, this is so much fun," the kids shouted with delight as they looked back while running.
Xiaoxiao followed them, not forgetting to remind them to be careful, "Slow down a bit, watch your step, and don't fall."
Yang Ming caught up from behind and saw everyone so happy that his own downcast mood completely disappeared. He would have to leave again tomorrow; he should cherish every moment with his wife.
"You should also walk slower, your foot hurts," he strode quickly to his wife's side, genuinely worried—the injury on her foot from yesterday couldn't have healed so quickly.