Era: The naive beauty charmed the villain!

"Wow, the weather is so nice today."

Lin An'an stood in the open space in front of the train station and stretched vigorously.

We've finally arrived in the city! It feels so good to be standing on the ground.

Lin An'an took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I felt exceptionally relaxed.

I went back to my hometown, and although it was only a few days, it felt like I experienced a lot.

Adding to the experience of traveling back and forth by train, Lin An'an felt like all the bones in her body were cracking.

She shifted her body, trying to alleviate the discomfort from the long car ride.

If the journey were any longer, and the train ride were any longer, her entire body would probably fall apart.

Gu Qingsong followed behind carrying the luggage, frowning as he handed Lin An'an a peeled tea egg.

Lin An'an hadn't had a good appetite on the train for the past two days. He didn't say anything, but he was worried about it.

Whether it was psychological or not, Gu Qingsong felt that Lin An'an seemed to have lost weight in just the past two days.

After getting off the train, Gu Qingsong saw a vendor selling tea eggs at the station and immediately bought a few, peeled the shells, and handed them to Lin An'an.

After getting off the bus and breathing in the fresh air, Lin An'an actually felt a bit hungry again.

The tea egg handed to me exuded an enticing aroma, its surface covered with traces of juice, and it looked delicious.

Lin An'an happily reached out and took the warm tea egg, then began to eat it with gusto.

Seeing that his wife had an appetite, Gu Qingsong finally breathed a sigh of relief and handed the remaining tea eggs to Wang Aiguo.

Wang Aiguo looked at Wu Xiuli, who shook her head. He then turned to Gu Qingsong and politely declined, saying, "Thank you, Qingsong. We're not hungry. You and An'an can eat by yourselves."

Gu Qingsong understood their feelings and didn't force them when they said they didn't want to eat.

He put away the tea eggs and, with a casual gesture, put his arm around his wife as they walked towards the bus stop.

Haishi Railway Station has a large passenger flow, and there are also many shuttle buses outside the station.

The group quickly boarded a minibus heading towards Gu Qingsong's home.

As the vehicle swayed and rocked along, Wang Aiguo and his wife visibly became more nervous.

Wu Xiuli and Wang Aiguo are both natives of Haishi. They grew up in Haishi and are very familiar with the city's road network.

Wu Xiuli looked out the window, knowing that they were about to reach the station near Gu Qingsong's residence.

This means that she is about to see her daughter, whom she has longed for and missed for the past nineteen years.

Thinking about this, Wu Xiuli felt so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her mouth.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself down.

Wang Aiguo held his wife's cold, sweaty hand tightly, and stared out the window without moving.

His hands were always warm and dry, though they had rough calluses, they gave people a sense of peace of mind.

Especially in the cold winter, those warm palms are like a small stove.

Holding his wife's icy hands in the winter, it only takes a short while for her fingers to warm up again.

But today is different from the past. Wang Aiguo felt that he had never been so nervous in his life.

As they drew closer to their destination, Wang Aiguo's palms began to sweat profusely, the sweat making his hands damp and icy.

No matter how tightly he held her hands, he couldn't warm his wife's equally cold hands.

At this moment, Wu Xiuli no longer cared about her and her husband's equally cold hands.

Upon arriving at the station, Wu Xiuli and Wang Aiguo both gasped in surprise.

Nana is not far from them!

After getting off the bus, the two tried to remain calm and followed behind Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an towards the young couple's home.

As the exquisite little courtyard came into view, even the usually calm and composed Wang Aiguo couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

His chest heaved violently, his face flushed, and he felt that even his most natural breathing had become difficult.

He had a feeling that this time it was for real.

His daughter, Nana, must be in that little courtyard.