All of a sudden, a weak, feeble voice came from the side.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, then turned her head.
Not far away, under the sunlight, Mu Shaoqian walked over slowly in a black knit cap. The sunlight fell across his handsome features, but his face was unnaturally pale, even his lips were drained of color.
He smiled faintly, the smile looking sincere and from the heart.
Mu Jingheng walked behind Mu Shaoqian, and the family butler Old Wu, who was driving, immediately got out to carry Mu Jingheng's things.
The May breeze blew past, blowing off a few invisible tears from her heart.
Mu Shaoqian's steps were very slow, his whole body giving off a sense of tottering on the verge of collapse.
Ning Zitong wiped her tears and immediately walked toward Mu Shaoqian.
"Shaoqian, why aren't you wearing a mask? There are so many germs in the air, you have to put your mask on!"
"It's okay, Mom."
Mu Shaoqian smiled calmly.
