"Gu An."
Lin Wan Yi called out.
Her voice wasn't loud.
Gu An didn't respond.
His little bottom stuck out, stubbornly tackling the poor bed leg.
The screwdriver in his hand made a "ka-ka" sound.
He was very busy.
After dismantling this bed, he planned to study the not-so-pretty but still sturdy sewing machine.
In this house, there's nothing that can't be taken apart.
Except for mom.
"An An, look here."
Lin Wan Yi called out again.
This time, she held up the drawing paper.
Gently shook it.
The paper rubbed against the air, making a light "whoosh" sound.
Accompanied by a sweet fragrance that tickled the nose.
It was the domineering scent unique to Spiritual Spring strawberries.
Gu An's little nose twitched.
Inhale.
Inhale again.
So fragrant.
Even more fragrant than the candies dad brought home.
He finally stopped his actions, reluctantly turning his head to see what was tempting his nose.
Then.
He froze.
The screwdriver in his hand clattered to the floor.
