Noticing Nellie stopped moving, Luna furrowed her brows and looked at where Nellie was looking.
Standing by the door, Joshua was looking travel-worn.
He seemed to have come back from somewhere far. His smart-looking suit was somewhat wrinkled. His hair was also in a mess.
However, he gave off a charming, mature, manliness.
Luna noticed that he had a small box in his hands. The box was familiar to her, but she could not remember when she had seen them.
"Daddy, where have you been?"
Nellie obediently put down her utensils and ran to the kitchen. She clumsily took a plate of rice out. "You’re back just in time. Let’s have a last lunch together."
Then, Nellie felt that she said something wrong. "Not the last lunch, the last lunch before Aunty leaves us."
"Hmm."
Joshua looked at Luna and put the box down. He roughly let loose of his tie and threw his coat on the rack.
He rolled his sleeves up, carried the box, and walked over.
At that moment, Luna noticed that not only his jacket
was wrinkled. Even his white shirt was covered in dust.
It was not any ordinary stain, rather, it was the kind of dust that had been sealed up for a long time.
She furrowed her brows. She wanted to ask him where he went, but she held back.
She was a nobody to him. It has nothing to do with her, where he went.
"Daddy, what is that?" Nellie furrowed her brows and looked at Joshua carrying the box.
Joshua gently placed it on the coffee table. "This is the dress that you'll be wearing tonight."
Nellie was confused. "But Aunty has already bought the dress that I'm wearing yesterday."
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