Lu Jingchen looked down directly at her, then raised his hand to embrace her waist and pulled her into his arms. With a few notes of low, hoarse firmness in his voice, he said, "We will, just like Mom and Dad."
Song Qiao's gaze fell on Lu Tianming and Xu Qian in the hospital room, but she didn't say anything.
Suddenly thinking of Nan Moyan, Lu Jingchen looked down at Song Qiao and asked, "Qiaoqiao, do you know your mom and dad once had a son?"
Song Qiao blinked, not understanding what Lu Jingchen meant by this, but she nodded honestly, "Yes, my mom told me when I was very young, I was supposed to have a brother. But then he was taken away and later died in a car accident on the highway. I always thought that I was my parents' only child and never expected to have a brother."
"What else did your parents say?"
Song Qiao shook her head, "Nothing else. Actually, Mom told me this once when she was sick. It was clear she was very upset at the time."
