On the evening of the 20th, Lu Liang arrived at the airport.
Su Wanyu walked out of the arrival gate, holding the little one who was sound asleep.
Previously, Lu Liang always thought that Nohara Aoi's chubby little face only existed in cartoons.
Until he saw the profile of his own daughter, chubby like a crystal-clear jelly, fully filled with collagen.
With her eyes tightly shut, long eyelashes fluttering with her breath, the exquisite appearance made people want to hold her tight in their arms.
The little one was well taken care of by her mother.
"Welcome home." Lu Liang smiled and reached out to hold Su Wanyu's hand.
She too had changed quite a bit, still slender, but not the frail figure she was when they first met, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
"Yes, home." Su Wanyu smiled sweetly, her petite hand grasping the larger one, feeling more at peace than ever.
