"But he's from the Qu family. We…"
Zhang Manhua knew what it was that her daughter was worried about. Still, the joy of finding their family was greater than their worries.
"Mom, I've thought it through. We can't choose where we were born, so I won't mind it anymore. I'll help you and grandmother get back to that family."
A look of resolution and promise flashed in her eyes. Even Ji Ziming, who was sitting beside her, did not know what to say in consolation. Perhaps all of these were fate; Perhaps in his lifetime, he was bound to have some relation with that family.
"Actually, I don't mind not returning to the Qus. Aren't we living fine now? Why do we have to mind it so much? I have you, and you have the children and Ji Ziming. That's enough. We are already very blissful."
"No, mom. We have everything now, but what about grandmother? How should we calculate the sufferings and injustice grandmother had suffered back then?"
