After spending time with Song Zhen's family, they always felt there was a kind of magic that made people want to infinitely draw close to them.
It seemed that besides Song Zhen, Shi Ying and his spouse hardly had any friends.
Clearly, they had lived for a long time before, clearly they had social engagements, attended balls, attended weddings, and had meals and chats with friends.
However, not once was it as enjoyable as the meals and chats in Zhenyuan.
Nor did they experience the kind of pleasure inviting Song Zhen's family or Yin Yue over for meals and drinks at their home in China.
Shi Ying and his wife were adults; they could adjust and hide their inner vulnerabilities.
But Ruby was still a child.
He couldn't.
Shi Ying suddenly reddened his eyes, feeling both tender and sentimental.
He had lived half his life but was not as transparent as a child, daring to face the truth in his heart.
Everyone followed suit in silence.
