Listening to Bi Xia's words, Xia Shi felt a wave of sadness. Finally, a place where he could live peacefully and call home... Turning his eyes to Bi Xia, Xia Shi hugged Bi Xia, eyes red, not saying a word for a long time. But Bi Xia understood what Xia Shi wanted to express.
Gently patting Xia Shi's back, Bi Xia softly said, "Everything is over..."
Bi Xiaoyuan stared wide-eyed, unblinking at everything in front of him, "Brother, is this really our home?"
"Yes," Bi Xia smiled, placing Bi Xiaoyuan on the ground, "Do you like it?"
The yard wasn't big, but it was enough for Bi Xiaoyuan to run freely, roll around, and fly kites. On the left side of the yard, there was a hanging chair. In front of the hanging chair was a small table, and above the hanging chair, a place shaded by vines, a perfect spot to read quietly and stay cool.
Next to the hanging chair, a spacious wooden swing connected to the vines gently swung with the breeze.