Jiang Cheng can't help but look at her with a kind of amusement that reminds him of parenting Jin Ling; the excitement, the hundreds of questions, the general warmth and overwhelming... Nature of it all. It's almost painfully nostalgic now that A-Ling is all grown up.

"If I think of any I'll ask you," he nods, letting her take control of the laundry, as if he's not savvy to her plotting. "But you should visit. I am sure all of Yunmeng would be welcoming."