"But…"
After Su Xiaomeng calmed down, she still couldn't help thinking of that little boy with the flower-shaped birthmark on his forehead.
She walked up behind Yin Shixiu, put both arms around his waist, her hands clasped over his stomach. "Shixiu… do you think Little Treasure is doing well up in heaven?"
Yin Shixiu's body clearly stiffened; he obviously hadn't expected Su Xiaomeng to suddenly bring up Yin Xiaobao, that child of theirs who'd so tragically died young.
His big hand covered her small one, gently patting it. "What is it? How come you suddenly thought of Little Treasure?"
"Nothing… it's just that the kid we saved today is five. If Little Treasure hadn't died, he'd be around five now too…"
"…Yeah, five."
"Tell me, if Little Treasure were alive, would this little girl have the same temper as Shuangshuang? Or would she be like Huang Huang, a bit cold, barely talking, that kind of pitifully quiet?"
