Wen Nuan kept feeling like something was a little off.
Clearly they'd just watched the fireworks together the night before and then gone back to their own rooms to sleep, but somehow when she got up early the next morning, the house felt even warmer and more harmonious than it had yesterday.
It felt as if she and Fu Mingyu hadn't just arrived a few days ago, but had always been living in this home, never really away.
A steady father, a gentle mother, and a big brother who doted on her.
It was like they'd already been living together for many years.
Standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at Liang Hongshun watching TV in the living room, Bai Heshu brewing flower tea, and then the lazily facing each other by the bay window, chatting away, Liang Yanting and Fu Mingyu, Wen Nuan felt her heart brimming with happiness, as if even the air was filled with soft, warm bubbles, making her so happy it felt like her heart was about to fizz over.
