On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, at seven-thirty in the morning, Second Liu was still stuck in traffic on the expressway.
Even though Old Liu and his two little rascals often bickered, family ties ran deep. Last night, all four members of Old Liu's family slept in the same bed, fulfilling Old Liu's simple wish of having his wife and children close by a cozy stove.
Waking up early, Old Liu stretched, then gently moved his daughter's little foot off his face. But that foot had a rebellious streak; the moment Old Liu pushed it away, she stretched it right back over, letting out a soft, sleepy murmur that melted Old Liu's heart completely.
Chapter 662