Looking around, the swing and the slide in the courtyard caught her attention.
She walked over and ran her hand along the slide.
Over a decade had passed, and the red slide had faded to a pale crimson, inexplicably taking on a bit more of a retro charm.
"This slide was prepared for you," Ye Yuan's voice came from behind her.
Ye Jiuliang turned to look at him, her gaze catching the names carved on the swing and a flicker of a smile danced in her eyes.
It seemed her dad was still quite romantic.
As she looked at the swing, Ye Yuan also turned his gaze to the swing under the old tree, a trace of longing crossing his brow.
He remembered a time when, on the way back from the amusement park, she had fallen asleep in the car and mumbled in her dreams about wanting a swing; he had taken note. Now the swing remained, but she had left him behind.
Seeing Ye Yuan's sorrow, Ye Jiuliang knew he must be thinking of her mother. She changed the subject, "Dad, let's go inside and have a look."
