Time seems to stop at this moment, they only have each other in their eyes, and no one else exists.

"Aunt, ball" suddenly, a voice of milk broke the gaze between them. Xiaoyichen raised her head and looked at Ann Xiaoya without blinking because his ball rolled between her feet.

"Oh! I'm sorry! My aunt brings it to you." Ann Xiaoya panicked and turned his eyes, thinking that after many years, he would not be upset because of him, but it seems wrong.

Xia Yuchen's eyes shifted to the man standing next to her. He looked just right, with a gentle and elegant atmosphere all over his body. He looked...