"It's been a long time since I tossed around like this..." Su Mufeng leaned against the fence and watched Xia Yimo and Ling smiling as they played with the flowers on the spot, with his trademark evil spirit smile on the corner of his mouth.

Long Xinling was wearing a cream-yellow skirt with little flowers on her knees and white boots on her feet. The whole person seemed as comfortable as that spring. Her big, smart eyes grinned sweetly, and she was not stained with dust because of the changes of the years. Perhaps it is the protection of the Dragon family, or the careful care of Peng Yuyang. In...