After lunch, she sat down on the sofa to rest.

Waylon brought a glass of milk and placed it in front of Alena. He sat down beside her and put her in his arms, "What are you thinking?"

Just now, he noticed that something was wrong with Alena. Although she was always smiling, she seemed to be worried.

"Are we going to live here?" Alena raised her head. Because of her height, she needed to look up at him.

Waylon looked at her for a while, and he suddenly understood what Alena was worrying about. He held her tighter and held her hand, "Well, we will live here together as...