"I don't want to walk. I want to sleep," Li Jianyue whined. She had a puppy-dog expression on her face as she hugged Li Mosen's arms tightly.
Li Sicheng and his wife, Su Qianci, had already put some distance between them and those behind them. Yu Chulin and Li Jianqian were close on the elderly couple's heels. They too soon disappeared into the distance.
At the rear, Li Mosen and Li Jianyu were walking at a slow pace.
It wasn't the first time that the two had found themselves all alone. In every such moment, Li Mosen felt a strange sense of happiness.
Li Mosen felt content in his heart, particularly when the young lady was coy with him. Nothing in the world could replace that feeling for him.
Under the street lamps, fatigue was evident on the young lady's tender face.
Li Mosen glanced at her before looking at the group in front of them. He pursed his lips and asked, "Do you want to become like Moyun?"
