The evening sunlight fell on the leaves of the park, casting a faint glow.
The whole world seemed dyed in a shade of orange, which Zhao Xuerong enjoyed.
That's why orange lamps are called warm lights because their glow brings a feeling of warmth.
The sun above and the family by her side gave Zhao Xuerong such feelings.
Three people sat side by side on a park bench, facing a wide lawn with a few tourists scattered around, and beyond that, a lush forest gently swayed in the breeze.
Zhao Yongjun was walking back and forth among the trio, occasionally glancing at his sister seated between their parents.
Since just now, he sensed that his sister seemed to have something to say.
He could sense it, and naturally, Zhao Xuyang and his wife could too, but no one spoke.
Because as soon as their daughter finished speaking, she would probably leave.
"Shall we go for another walk?" Qian Sihui suggested.
