Qin Mu couldn't help standing behind them, and as she watched, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Mu Chenghuan? Mu Chengyang? Aren't you two cold sitting there?"
Qin Mu walked over and sat down beside them.
Both of them tilted their chins and glanced at their mom, then slowly shook their heads in the same direction to indicate they weren't cold.
They say snow is not cold, melting snow is cold, and she agreed with their assessment.
But since when did the siblings have such a good relationship? Sitting together all cozied up like this.
Qin Mu felt a bit uneasy about it but still sat there like them, holding her cheeks as they stared out together.
At twenty years old, Qin Mu never thought she would marry a wealthy man, have such a big house, or dare to wish for family who loved her, or two little ones like these.
At twenty, she thought Mu Yichen would be the one most tangled with and emotionally involved in her life.
Yet, a few years later...
