Like a family of three on a spring outing, Qiao An sat in the back seat with an assortment of snacks. She had even ordered bubble tea and borrowed a camera from Xie Shan, ready to take some gorgeous photos of Ding Fengchun.
Seeing Qiao An so happy, Ding Fengchun didn't try to stop her. Instead, she cast a subtle, almost imperceptible glance toward Mu Zimo.
'That kid has good taste. A person like my sister would be happy no matter who she's with.'
It wasn't that Ding Fengchun was one to sing her own family's praises; she just knew that Qiao An possessed a magical quality. She was like a wildflower growing freely on the prairie—though it lacked a dazzling, eye-catching bloom, it still strove to open its tiny buds and sway in the wind.
That life force seemed innate, churning within her very bones and blood, never to be diminished by any setback.
