The gaze gradually became deep and inscrutable.

"Does it hurt?"

When Huo Qi spoke again, he suddenly started to stutter a bit.

Xiao Yixing glanced at his elbow that had hit the ground, his tone still very cold: "What do you think?"

Huo Qi: "..."

He just looked at him, staring at the familiar yet indifferent face, listening to his slightly emotional words, not knowing how much time had passed, suddenly his throat moved.

When he spoke again, his voice suddenly became a bit hoarse, and his eyes softened somewhat: "Does it still hurt like this?"

As soon as he said this, Xiao Yixing hadn’t quite understood what he meant, but then saw him suddenly lean over—

...

...

Golden sunlight shone through the curtains, spreading across the whole room.

Strands of sunlight penetrated the dust in the air, and at a certain moment, those tiny particles became like living sprites.

They danced, roamed, and twirled in the air.

A flowerpot sat on the windowsill, and a butterfly flew in, landing on the pure white gardenia flower.

It gently flapped its wings, gathering nectar from the gardenia, savoring its fragrance and beauty.

The light cast shadows on the white wall, revealing two silhouettes.

One hand supporting on the ground was gradually held by another hand, finally interlocking fingers tightly.

...

Time passed quickly, the autumn semester here was about to start, and Wen Yu was preparing to go to school in the coming days.

He’s going to Tsinghua’s Class A, which gathers a lot of high IQ top talents.

Wen Yu spent most of the summer in Beijing, often keeping in touch with Wen Xian, since he is an uncle now, he should visit his little nephews and nieces more often.

And it must be said, Wen Xian’s two little treasures are indeed getting more and more attractive, thanks to their parents’ excellent genes.

The daughter is chubby and looks like Wen Xian, while the son’s nose and mouth resemble Lu Xiao, yet his eyes and brow resemble Wen Xian more.

When looking at people, they appear gentle as water, pitifully charming.

However, the family’s Little Niuniu, Lu Cuihua, is both bossy and arrogant, relying on her cute appearance, her daddy’s favor, and often snatching her brother’s milk powder.

Everything seems great at the moment, warm and harmonious, making one envious.

However, recently something happened that made Lu Xiao more vigilant.

There were frequent news reports online about missing children being kidnapped by traffickers.

Those traffickers are very arrogant and defiant, especially targeting women or elderly people taking children out alone.

They orchestrate a scene outside, a so-called "couple’s dispute," and then abduct the child.

While outsiders, even if they have doubts, assume it’s a couple’s quarrel and don’t intervene, resulting in the traffickers snatching the child away.

Even though their area is a high-end neighborhood, not prone to such incidents, regardless, it’s better safe than sorry.

Lu Xiao mentioned this to Wen Xian, and she was also taken aback.

"What should we do? Those traffickers deserve to die!" Wen Xian said at the end, unable to help gritting her teeth.

After all, as a mother now, she is very concerned about these matters.

Seeing her so angry, Lu Xiao couldn’t help but pat her shoulder: "Don’t worry too much, I’ll think of something."

Indeed, he had already made up his mind.