Aaron Sinclair leaned over and kissed his little sister on the cheek.
"There, there! A kiss from your big brother."
"Hee hee."
With her daughter in her arms and her son by her side.
Celeste Grant's gaze fell tenderly on her daughter's face, then shifted to the handsome, extraordinary boy beside her. She smiled faintly, a happiness that came from the bottom of her heart.
Just then, the little girl in her arms waved her hands and cried, "Daddy, Daddy."
Hearing her daughter call for her father, Celeste Grant looked up. Standing by the waterfall not far away was a man. He was tall and slender, dressed in white robes embroidered with golden cloud patterns. At that moment, he was looking her way, his gaze gentle.
The sunlight was perfect.
A slight smile touched the corners of his lips.
'The kids' father is so easy on the eyes.'
'So handsome.'
