Sheng Family.
In the bedroom, the warm yellow light shone on Shen Zhaozhao's fair face.
Perhaps because life had been so comfortable, there weren't any marks left by time on her face.
Standing next to Sheng Jinyu, one would mistake them for siblings.
Shen Zhaozhao was wearing pajamas at this moment, sitting on the sofa with a photo album spread open on her lap, flipping through it page by page.
Sheng Chuyi, at some point, walked over and draped a blanket over her, saying, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I can't sleep!" Shen Zhaozhao looked down at the photos in her hands and said, "In the blink of an eye, our daughter is married, and we are old too!"
The photo showed Sheng Ning'an when she was just born.
Shen Zhaozhao still remembered the first time she saw her, a tiny wrinkled bundle, and thought that she was nothing like what she had imagined.
For a moment, she even doubted if they had brought the wrong baby.
