Ling Chuan looked at her, seemingly understanding but not truly.
Xia Zhisu smiled, her face still marked by dried tear stains, and her eyes were still red.
Xia Zhisu patted his little head, "You don't understand, but I don't know who else I can say these words to! If Ou Shaoheng were still alive, maybe I could have confided in him."
"Mommy, you're not going back to the Ling Family, and you're leaving Uncle Dongye too, is it because you want to live with me?"
Xia Zhisu was amused by him, "Yes, you're my closest family. Isn't it nice for us to live together?"
"It's great! I can take care of you! Come, give me the noodles! I'll make them!" Ling Chuan took the bag from Xia Zhisu and pulled out instant noodles.
"Are you hungry? Sorry! I'm not hungry myself and forgot about you!" Xia Zhisu took back the noodles, "I'll boil the water first, you watch some TV here."
Xia Zhisu went to boil water, and as soon as she picked up the kettle, she felt a tearing pain in her back.
