Five years have passed, and the seventeen-year-old girl has transformed into a twenty-two-year-old woman.
Her eyes remain clear.
She still appears unscathed, untouched by hardship, nurtured with great care.
She bore him a child, her figure changing from the slenderness of a maiden to a more ample shape.
...He just measured it with his own hands.
His Wanwan, unbeknownst to him, has blossomed completely from a budding flower.
A beauty beyond comparison.
And he...
Lu Ziyuan felt his whole body heat up, a dense feeling of tenderness rising from deep within his heart, longing to hold the girl before him tightly, to merge her into his being.
Suppressing the sudden impulse, Lu Ziyuan pursed his lips, "Do you think the same as our son?"
"..."
Seeing his demeanor, Xie Wanqing thought he was going to kiss her, and hesitated, "What...?"
Lu Ziyuan assumed she was pretending not to know.
