Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, an hour has passed.
Little Clarissa was talking and laughing with Mrs. Ding, playing around, and eventually fell asleep in her arms.
Placing Clarissa's gentle little body on the sofa, she continued to sleep soundly, just like in her mama's arms, secure and peaceful.
Mrs. Ding reluctantly got up, took several more glances at her, then slowly moved and left.
She walked outside.
Arthur Lindsey followed behind her, escorting her.
For some reason, the two of them tacitly did not speak.
The only thing shining down was the bright moon, casting two shadows of different lengths on the ground.
Distinctly quiet and beautiful.
The journey was short, and they arrived at the entrance.
Arriving at the backyard of the house.
There were only the two of them, "mother and son."
"So tell me, what do you think of the handsome guy next door? Do you have any feelings for him?" Little Ding smirked mischievously, implying something deeper.
