Mengmeng, if time could flow backward, I would also want to return to the past and give the version of me that hurt you a huge slap.
Lu Meng's defensiveness and vigilance were so blatant, completely unhidden.
He didn't say anything, and Lu Meng had no intention of continuing the conversation.
Hugging Jingxing, she bypassed him, storming indoors angrily.
Song Yunchi stood in place for a long while, not moving at all.
"Papa..."
The onlooker, Little Nuomi, tugged at Lu Yin's clothes, giving a little pull.
"Hmm?" Lu Yin looked down at the little radish head by his feet.
Little Nuomi asked curiously, "Did auntie and uncle have a fight?"
Uncle?
What uncle?
Lu Yin raised his hand and knocked her lightly on the head, "What uncle, call him uncle [as in dad's brother]."
"Ouch." Little Nuomi covered her forehead, mumbling with puffed cheeks, "Isn't he uncle?"
"He's not anymore."
"...Alright." Little Nuomi corrected herself, "Did auntie have a fight with Uncle Song?"
"Yes."
