This area was all desolate fields and forests, uninhabited.
Chu Junyu and Nangong Yichen were in good spirits inside the car, holding up their phones to film the scenery outside.
It was the first time Chu Lingshi had heard Nangong Yichen laugh—so innocent, so full of childlike joy.
After all, they were just five-year-old children.
At this age, they needed a father's and mother's love.
Chu Lingshi thought to herself that Nangong Yichen's cold demeanor was half inherited from Nangong Yehen and half developed from his upbringing.
Over the years, Nangong Yehen had deliberately avoided acknowledging him, all to defeat Mo Ercong and keep the enemy from harming his son.
For five years, Nangong Yehen hadn't stayed by his side. Even when they met, it was always a brief encounter before parting.
At three years old, Nangong Yichen thought his daddy didn't want him, didn't like him, hated him...
Other children his age had their parents by their side, treasuring them like precious gems.
Gradually, his personality turned cold and indifferent.
"Giggle..."
The car echoed again with Nangong Yichen's clear, childish laughter.
Chu Lingshi smiled as she watched him. He and Chu Junyu sat together.
Their little heads huddled close, looking at what they had just filmed.
She had no idea what they had captured that made them so happy.
Even the usually cold Nangong Yichen was laughing with such joy.
Hearing the children's laughter, Nangong Yehen, though exhausted, seemed to perk up with renewed energy.
Sometimes, the fatigue of the soul needed the medicine of the heart to heal.
Nangong Yehen didn't realize that these two little treasures were the medicine for his soul.
"Let me film Daddy and Mommy." Chu Junyu held up the device, turned around, and grinned at Nangong Yehen and Chu Lingshi.
They were riding in a seven-seat minivan.
It looked ordinary and a bit worn on the outside, but the body and windows had been reinforced to be bulletproof.
Chu Lingshi and Nangong Yehen, sitting in the last row, looked at the camera with very serious expressions.
"Daddy, can you make a funny face?" Chu Junyu frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Nangong Yehen's expression.
He was filming, and the two of them had no expression at all—what was there to see?
"I'm smiling," Chu Lingshi said.
The entire car was enveloped in a warm, cozy atmosphere.
A gentle, faint smile even graced Nangong Yehen's exquisitely handsome face. "I'm smiling too."
He couldn't bring himself to grin widely or make silly faces.
"Hug Mommy and create a warm scene."
Chu Junyu laughed, his dark, clear eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips and glanced at Chu Lingshi.
Chu Lingshi felt a bit embarrassed. "This scene is already warm enough."
"Not enough, hugging makes it better." Nangong Yehen smirked and pulled Chu Lingshi closer.
Chu Lingshi was startled. Leaning against him, feeling his presence, her heart fluttered like a deer in the headlights.
Chu Junyu gave a sly smile. "It would be even better if you two had a kissing scene."
Hearing this, Chu Lingshi's cheeks flushed. She glared at Chu Junyu and scolded, "Chu Junyu, don't push your luck!"
"Little old man, don't you think Daddy should kiss Mommy?" Chu Junyu pulled Nangong Yichen over.
Nangong Yichen twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at them, and said in a childish voice, "Yes."
Chu Junyu winked at Chu Lingshi. "Mommy, Little Old Man agrees, so don't be shy."
Chu Lingshi shot him a glare, shifted her body, and tried to break free from Nangong Yehen's embrace.