A little boy who seemed to be a replica of Cheng Lie—what a marvel, and it made her heart ache for him even more.
On the way back, Yun Shifei couldn't stop thinking about Cheng Lie.
His past was something she'd never fully understood. It was probably like Fang Kaiyi's, wasn't it? She wondered why Cheng Lie's mother had abandoned him. Was it because she didn't love him?
The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached.
Over the weekend, Yun Shifei planned to visit the welfare institution again.
She packed a backpack full of snacks.
But just as she reached the bus stop and was waiting for the bus, a car pulled up in front of her.
The car window rolled down, and Zhao Pan's radiant smile appeared. "Miss Yun."
Yun Shifei was momentarily stunned.
"Miss Yun, get in the car," he said.
He opened the back door, and Yun Shifei saw Cheng Lie sitting inside.
The boy glanced at her, his expression cold, even gloomier than the last time they met.
