Su Yuanyuan turned back to look at Zeng Hongling, "Once I've decided where to live and settled down, I'll get in touch with you and send you a letter."
"Yuanyuan, aren't you really coming with us? A little wandering around might improve your mood."
"No, I don't feel like that right now."
Su Yuanyuan didn't want to shake off the three of them; she mainly wanted a simple life, waiting for the children to return in four years.
Whether they can come back is still uncertain. But listening to the three children promise they will definitely come back, that kind of heartache is real. Although she had no hope of finding the old way here, all hope was pinned on the children and that man.
Waiting is anxious, so she has no mood for fun, only wanting to quietly wait.
Moreover, she wants to try again on the fifteenth of July next year to see if she can see the children again.
"Yuanyuan, do you think they might still be alive?" Zeng Hongling asked cautiously.
