She gently brushed the mud from her youngest son's clothes, murmuring soothing words without so much as a glance at Hao'er and the others. With her little boy safely in her arms, she turned to Du Fan and the approaching group. "I am truly sorry, but I must take my leave first. Please feel free to continue exploring. I need to take my son home to change; he unfortunately fell and soiled his clothes."
Seeing her concern, Du Fan offered a kind smile. "Madam, please don't worry about us! We will happily wander around on our own." As he watched her depart with her little son, Du Fan's gaze lingered on Hao'er, Muchen, and Muyue, though he offered no words. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for them.
"Yue'er, would you like to change your dress?" Du Fan asked softly, his eyes resting on the little girl.
