Still, Chenchen didn't notice his discomfort at all, pulling him tightly, leading the way ahead and talking to himself, as if having a new member in the family made him very happy.
Qiqi could only follow by his side, her gaze falling on the small hand that was holding hers, somewhat lost in thought.
For a moment, only Qiao Mo and a few others were left in the first-floor hall.
Xu Wan looked at the departing backs of the two children, her eyes moistening, and she choked softly, "I never thought... I never thought our fate as mother and daughter would be so similar."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.
Indeed... She hadn't expected that both mother and daughter would experience the pain of separation.
Fortunately, she was luckier than her mother.
She hadn't lost him for ten years... twenty years... or even more.
"Now knowing Qiqi is still here, I finally have one less worry," Xu Wan sighed lightly.
