After settling into the leisurely life on Flaming Island, Xu Siyu struggled to adjust to the quick pace of mainland society.
Unlike her, though...
Xu Zhanhao and Xu Zhanying adapted very quickly to their new environment.
"Mommy, your porridge is on the table." Xu Zhanying, hurriedly placed the fresh porridge she had made in front of Xu Siyu, then dashed back into the kitchen to prepare Siyu's lunch for work.
The golden strands of hair glowed brilliantly in the sunlight, the purity and perfection reminiscent of a certain man's hair, woven from sunbeams.
That man...
Watching Yingying's retreating figure, Siyu rested her head in her hands, lost in thought.
She hadn't had any contact with Diers for eleven years now.
