On the evening of July 7th, Luoz put his son to sleep early, and it was just about eight o'clock. Zhang Yuan was still busy in the study.
After a few months, Luoz's skill at coaxing the child to sleep had become more proficient. In the end, Zhang Yuan simply entrusted this great task to him, enjoying her leisure time.
Gently pushing open the door of the study, Luoz embraced Zhang Yuan from behind, brushing his chin against her shoulder, "How about we go for a walk?"
Go for a walk?
Zhang Yuan's first thought was, what about their son?
Luoz chuckled softly, rubbing the top of her head, "Isn't there a nanny at home? Don't worry so much."
The legendary Qixi Festival, which Zhang Yuan had never celebrated before, was now upon them. Walking on the street of their community, she laughed lightly, "Before Nian Nian got married, we always spent Qixi lying on the rooftop watching the stars, trying to figure out which one was the Cowherd and which one was the Weaver Girl."
