Su Wanyan sank into the wooden chair with a satisfied sigh, the afternoon sun warming her shoulders as a light breeze carried the distant sounds of animals and happy visitors. "Whew, we can finally eat," she said, stretching her arms lightly above her head before relaxing.
Mo Xingxue laughed softly—a clear, melodic sound—and took the seat across from her. Little Mo Yan's stroller was parked neatly beside their table, the baby still sleeping peacefully under a thin blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. They had spent hours wandering the zoo, visiting nearly every exhibit, and the quiet moment felt like a well-earned reward.
"That was a nice stroll," Mo Xingxue said, picking up her fork and taking a delicate bite of her fresh garden salad. The crisp greens glistened under a light vinaigrette, dotted with cherry tomatoes and toasted nuts.
