In the room, after the passionate embrace, a gentle fragrance lingered in the air.

Xiao Xiyue, her hair slightly disheveled, rested her head against Lu Changsheng's chest, whispering sweet nothings.

Lu Changsheng, holding the warm and tender beauty, raised his hand and took out a memory stone from his storage bag.

It recorded daily moments of their daughter, Lu Wangshu.

Knowing that Xiao Xiyue missed their daughter, he had prepared this in advance.

Watching the memory stone, Xiao Xiyue saw her daughter, who could now call out for her parents, and felt a deep longing to visit her.

"Xiyue, if …