A Swing

Chu Qingzhi stood up and walked to the window. She looked at Tianhe Peak and took a deep breath. It felt comfortable…

The Chu Residence must be in chaos now. She decided to go and watch in the afternoon.

Host, I've already sent one to you. You can do whatever you want. They're demons, not adoptive parents. Don't be soft-hearted.

I'll send you the second one after a while, in case anyone becomes suspicious.

The breeze blew in through the window, and the curtains and tassels hanging by the window swayed gently. The bells and wind chimes gently collided with each other, emitting crisp sounds like a little girl's laughter.

…

"Qingzhi, Qingzhi…" Chu Rong's voice suddenly came from downstairs with a hint of urgency.

Chu Qingzhi replied, "Father, what's the matter?"

Chu Rong said loudly, "Come down and take a look."