Baili Jinghua heaved a sigh of relief when she thought of the peaceful and simple life. She focused on looking into the fields in the distance, and a relaxed smile gradually appeared on her face.
Her son also curiously widened his eyes and looked around. He was curious at heart but carefully looked at his mother. He was very sensible and did not speak nonsense.
Baili Jinghua's heart clenched when she looked into her son's eyes. The little boy was sensible and had a maturity that did not match his age. He was curious about his surroundings, but he dared not ask anything.
The little boy was afraid of saying the wrong things in front of others, causing trouble for his mother. In contrast, Baili Jinghua was not a careful and gentle person as she had grown accustomed to being careless.
However, she would always involuntarily become gentle regarding her son. "Do you like this place, Xihong?"
