When Lu Xining looked over again, Fu Junhang's gaze was the same as always.
Calm, gentle, with no emotions mixed in.
She lowered her eyes and thought, perhaps she hadn't been resting well these past few days and had seen things wrong.
The hand Fu Junhang had clenched behind his back slowly relaxed.
After Lu Xining returned, the three children were visibly the happiest, each taking turns sharing with her what had happened in the past few days.
Seeing the thin layer of sweat on her two sons' foreheads, she was about to take out a tissue to wipe them when she saw Little Dumpling take out her own clean handkerchief and carefully wipe her brothers' sweat one by one.
Ji Chao and Ji Ze very adeptly lowered their heads to match their sister's height, an action that seemed to have been repeated many times before.