A pile of firewood that's been drying all summer, a torch burning nonstop, when put together, only leads to a blazing fire.
Perhaps holding back for too long, once released, it felt like a flood.
Bo Jinyu felt he reacted at the sight of Little Anran.
After that, his mind was filled with Little Anran every day.
So, whenever there was a chance, he'd pull her back into the room.
…
While a few elders were watching the kids, they couldn't help but have a discussion.
Mo Haihong hesitated for a long while before subtly suggesting, "So, in-laws, do you think this is something we should address?"
"How can we address it?" said Old Master Bo, "Can't really put it into words!"
"But we can't just ignore it, Jinyu is just... sigh..." Mo Haihong was embarrassed to discuss it in detail.
"What's the matter?" Qiu Liya approached, seeing the two old masters looking troubled and conflicted.
