"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
Hui City.
Biluo Yunjian.
Pei Linhan continued knitting the hat with undivided attention. In just two days, the family atmosphere was entirely different. Li Wanrong was no longer criticizing but leisurely watching TV, while Pei Yunxi supported her head with one hand and quietly held the foundational work of magical realism, "Pedro Paramo," in the other.
How warm.
How harmonious.
Although someone left after a night, quite hurriedly, some people, merely by visiting, create extraordinary significance.
"Thud."
Picking up the remote, Li Wanrong paused the TV upon hearing the doorbell, then got up to see what was happening. But Pei Linhan, who was focused on knitting the sweater, adjusted his reading glasses and said, "I'll go."
Li Wanrong turned to look and then thoughtfully sat back down, considering past experiences. Two days ago, wasn't it due to her lack of sensitivity to life that a persistent person almost left without being invited in?
