On a scorching summer day, the air felt oppressive, and the setting sun was still radiating heat. The branches of the trees lining the road hung listlessly.
Walking under the shade, the incessant chirping of cicadas was quite unsettling. Zhou Jiao glanced at the street scenery, her expression naturally turning somber.
Can the ancient capital still retain some of its charm?
"Mom, I didn't attend class this afternoon."
As soon as he walked through the door, Ping'an whispered to her, causing Zhou Jiao to frown. Soon after, she nodded and smiled, "Has your dad returned home?"
"Not yet. My dad comes home around nightfall." Ping'an said, glancing at her face, "Grandma Chen just went to pick up the younger ones, I have something to discuss with you."
Zhou Jiao patted his head. Was it okay for such a small child to have such a serious expression? If the sky falls, their parents will handle it.
