When Qin Jian and his wife arrived at He Family Manor, it was already evening.
The sunset hung askew on the horizon, the red glow spreading across the sky, a cool breeze blowing gently, lifting An Hao's hair and clothing, making her feel very comfortable and pleasant.
This place is far from the city, far from the noise, with fresh air that feels natural, and the scenery is pleasant and beautiful, as if arriving in a utopia.
"It's been some time since we saw our son. I wonder how he's doing lately? I wonder if he's doing well, if he's happy?" An Hao thought about her son, and every time she steps onto this land, the feeling of missing Chenguang grows stronger.
"Brother He and his family are rare kind-hearted people, you can rest assured." Qin Jian raised his hand to embrace his wife's shoulder, looking down at her, "Do you feel regretful in your heart for the child again?"
"It's okay."
"That's good. Rest assured, Guangguang will eventually return to our embrace."
"Hmm."
