Lu Huai'an and Lin Chu stayed in the villa for as long as Qi Ming played alone in the yard.
He didn't remain seated on the tree branches; after the bodyguard set him down on the ground, he would always look into the villa's main entrance, brightly lit, with not a sound coming from within.
The cool breeze of the summer night blew, and the chirping of insects and birds was lively and crisp.
By the bright light, Qi Ming tiptoed and saw something in the old mailbox.
The half-closed door opened, and Lin Chu and Lu Huai'an walked out with calm expressions. Qi Ming's clean eyes shone with a faint light, "Mom, there seems to be something in the mailbox."
As if there had never been any heart-wrenching crying, Lin Chu's delicate eyebrows and eyes carried a light smile as she walked towards her son, "What is it?"
"I saw it, it's a letter."
Qi Ming's tiptoeing while holding onto the mailbox looked as if he had discovered some treasure.
