Recalling the past, Su Hongxing was on the verge of tears, and after a brief pause, she softly comforted: "Sweetheart, it's okay. I'll buy you new toys in the future."
As the saying goes, out with the old, in with the new.
"But all those toys were bought for me by dad. Dad looks so fierce now, will he still buy me toys?" Little Pudding clung to Su Hongxing's neck: "Mommy, I miss daddy."
Su Hongxing hugged Little Pudding tightly, unsure of how to answer the child.
Qiao Qiao stood at the doorway, her eyes reddening upon hearing the mother-daughter conversation.
She pulled Liu Qingyin downstairs, "I really don't know whether moving back to Qingmu Garden is a good thing or a bad thing."
Liu Qingyin had the same worries.
Everywhere in Qingmu Garden bore the traces of Ye Qilan's life; even Little Pudding couldn't forget him, let alone Su Hongxing?
