"Mom!"
The little one pointed out everything they saw to show Meng Qianqian.
She was in Lu Yuan's arms but kept trying to crawl towards Meng Qianqian, so to prevent her from falling, Meng Qianqian had to walk very close to Lu Yuan.
The crowd surged, the noise was deafening.
However, Meng Qianqian could clearly hear the rustling sound of their sleeves brushing against each other.
Each sound seemed to collide into her heart.
She paused, taking a deep breath.
The great revenge has yet to be avenged, what is she thinking about love?
Encountering Zhaozhao is a gift from heaven, yet burdened with a deep hatred, she has no right to crave a simple and stable life.
The thought flashed by, she took a deep breath and gradually calmed her restless heart.
Suddenly, a distinctively jointed hand clasped her hand, the long, jade-like fingers were slightly cool, gently squeezing the back of her hand.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
