She had fashioned her hair into a scorpion braid, beautiful and full of character. Whether in a big city or here, she was always exquisite.
Wen Xian threw herself onto him, clinging to his neck and tiptoeing to kiss his neck:
"Husband, you're finally back."
Lu Xiao wrapped one arm around her and, after changing shoes, carried her straight inside, saying, "Didn't you look through the peephole on the door? I didn't see you draw back the curtains. How did you know it was me coming back?"
Wen Xian shook her head, "Lu Xiao, do you believe that, actually, you can distinguish someone by the sound of their footsteps? I knew it was you just by hearing them."
It wasn't just the sound, but her strong sixth sense as well.
Even if he was still quite far from the doorstep, sometimes she had this indistinct feeling — he was about to return.
