Zhou Jiao gently lifted the curtain and looked at the approaching Zhang Family Village, feeling extremely excited. She realized she already considered this place her home.
Thinking about Grandma Zhou in Zhou Family Village next door, she paused. Unknowingly, she had grown attached to so many people.
The child in her arms leaned against her uncomfortably with the jolting of the carriage, moving slightly. Zhou Jiao straightened her posture, holding him securely, and hummed a little tune softly.
Zhang Guoqing watched her holding their son, smiling as she hummed a tune, a scene he had imagined countless times, and gradually a happy smile appeared on his face.
The family of three snuggled together, quietly enjoying this warm moment.
"Whoa…" As the carriage slowed down, they arrived at the Zhang Family's entrance.
