Chapter 812. This is not love. What is it?

In midsummer and evening, the sunshine outside the window is still bright.

Ling Xian sat on the wide windowpane with Qianyu, cross-legged face to face, and enjoyed the picturesque Jiyuan outside the window.

The daughter has stopped crying and Bella has pointed out that China is really not a place for two girls to live for a long time. Ling Xian looked at her daughter's mood and asked her gently, "Tomorrow is going back. Would you like to go alone with Ji Xuehao Road?"

If there weren't something wonderful about summer, they would surely live in Jiyuan for a while.

And...