The small tiger backpack was still carried on the body, wandering back and forth in the living room.
Zhu Lan looked at Huang Huang...
Unconsciously, she thought of Yin Junjie.
Seeing how Su Xiaomeng takes care of the children now, and then recalling herself in the past...
Before losing them, she never realized how much children need companionship and the care of their parents.
She sat in the living room, the over two hundred square meters three-bedroom apartment was tidied up meticulously, and she could smell the faint aroma of fragrance.
Huang Huang played comfortably even by himself, with the sound of toys hitting the floor and the onomatopoeia made by the child...
Through a bedroom door, she could vaguely hear Xiao Meng coaxing Shuangshuang, with patience, orderliness, gentleness, and kindness...
"Di di"...
Someone came back.
The moment the door opened, it felt like a dream.
