Su Xingyu lowered her head slightly, without saying a word.
Yes, she also wanted to live well, but deep inside her was a massive whirlpool, like a black hole that could swallow everything, which she dared not touch or think about.
Could such a scarred person like her still have the good fortune to make her days go smoothly?
She reached out and gently stroked Han's head beside her. The soft, warm hair felt comforting. This child was truly a blessing from heaven for her. She no longer wished for anything else, only to raise Han safely and well, to let him become a healthy and happy person, then her life wouldn't be wasted.
Under her gentle touch, Han looked up and showed a pure and innocent smile: "Mommy, mommy, come play with me and daddy. Daddy said there's a pirate ship over there!"
A child's nature is always playful.
Su Xingyu also smiled: "Okay."
She supported her slender body, trying to stand up. Ouyang Yi reached out and steadied her.
