Xun Xun turned around and hid her little head in her mother’s arms as if she was frightened by Zhu Meina.
“I’m sorry, I thought too much.”Zhu Meina reached out and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. She was still smiling, but behind that smile, there was a lot of sadness and heartache, only she herself could experience and taste it.
How many people in the world remembered her child? How many people could still remember the child’s face and voice? Perhaps even Zhu Meina, the mother, had forgotten about it, sometimes, only in the photos could one remember the appearance of their son. It turned out that he actually looked like that. From the photos of him when he was still young, one could even deduce who he would look like in the future, like her.., or like a member of the Su family.
