Lu Mingfei opened the car door; even An An didn't know if Lu Yiyao's spirit had reincarnated or not.
But this life of hers was given by her.
Having not returned for a long time, as Feng Zhihe stood at the doorway, looking at the familiar door, it was as if she could still hear the children's laughter in her ears.
As soon as the door was opened, Feng Zhihe walked inside the house; everything was still unchanged.
It seemed as though she had never left and still lived there.
Lu Mingfei walked in behind her, casually closing the door.
Feng Zhihe looked at everything, involuntarily grasping An An's hand, "An An, I always feel like Yao Yao hasn't left, she's still here."
Just as Feng Zhihe finished speaking, An An saw a little girl run out from the room toward them, wearing a little red dress.
"Mom... mom... don't be sad..."
Lu Mingfei noticed An An's face was pale and a bit anxious, "An An, are you feeling unwell?"
