Douger gently leaned back in his chair , he was immersed in the small figure playing in the flower garden. His lips curled slightly into a small smile that he didn't even know he was smiling.

Seeing her using leaves and flowers to weave a bracelet, her pink lips puckered slightly as she weaved the bracelet , made him really want to kiss her. After a while, he saw {{user}} come over and give him a homemade wreath, He tilted his head and looked at this little wife, "for me?"