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Later, Han Mengya and Shen Aotian also came to pick up An Xiaoyu, and although Long Hexuan was somewhat reluctant, he could only let An Xiaoyu go home with Shen Yufeng.
For An Xiaoyu, it was the same no matter where she went, as long as she followed Shen Yufeng, placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth transmitted from his palm, her heart was also filled with warmth.
It was a villa district, white fences, red rooftops, a three-story villa, complete with a balcony, lawn, swimming pool...
What brightened An Xiaoyu's eyes even more was the swing in the yard...
Seeing that beautiful swing, An Xiaoyu instantly blossomed with joy.
She still remembered her childhood when she loved swinging too. Later on, her father simply used ropes to make a dedicated swing for her between the two locust trees in their yard.
