My Most Beloved
Editor: Exodus Tales
TV dramas' plots were set in specific areas. Every country had its slums.
Having the slums didn't mean that the entire country was this poor.
"En, I have to see everything for myself before making any conclusions from now on." Yun Xiangxiang learned about this value this time.
The night breeze was gentle and calm. It was relaxing, just like a mother's hands. Yun Xiangxiang leaned against Song Mian's shoulder. Perhaps the light was too dazzling, or perhaps a day's worth of fatigue was finally getting to her.
Yun Xiangxiang fell asleep unknowingly. Song Mian picked her up before putting her in the car and driving home.
When they got home, Song Mian wiped her legs and arms with a warm towel, taking care not to wake her up. When Yun Xiangxiang woke up the next day at around ten in the morning.
Today was Song Mian's birthday.