"Xiao Yue, why aren't you asleep yet?" Mo Xiaolin was drowsily sleeping on the train when she woke up and saw Tang Yue sitting in front of the window, looking at the night view outside. The bright moonlight shone on her, casting a soft glow on her side profile, making her bright almond eyes dazzle with brilliance.
Even when just seen from the side, a beautiful person still looks beautiful.
Mo Xiaolin turned over, gazing at her, as her mind began to whirl with thoughts—if she were to have a grandson in the future, he would definitely be very handsome.
Xiao Yue's features were notably pretty, which goes without saying, and Si Yu had inherited his father's cold but striking features that were unforgettable. If Brother Jin knew that Si Yu could marry such a beautiful wife, he would be overjoyed.
Mo Xiaolin's expression suddenly dimmed.
"Aunt Mo, I can't sleep." Tang Yue lifted her head, the moonlight falling on her face as she apologized, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mo, did I wake you?"
