At the palace gate.
The carriage stopped.
Xiao Wu got off the horse first and then lifted the curtain.
An Luming got down.
By his side was Zhang Wenhe.
It had clearly only been a month, yet it felt like a year had passed.
An Ning hadn't had time to express herself.
Youyou eagerly ran towards An Luming, wrapping him in a bear hug, "Brother!"
An Luming looked down at his chubby little sister.
Though he often scolded her, he truly cherished her dearly.
He hugged Youyou back, patting her little shoulder to comfort her.
Then he looked up at his mother in front of him.
They were supposed to come for him in half a month.
In the end, he waited over a month and was brought here instead.
An Ning could see the resentment in An Luming's eyes.
"I'll explain everything to you later," An Ning said with a hint of helplessness.
"Okay," An Luming nodded.
Though he was upset, he was ultimately quite sensible.
