The woman smiled gently. She reached out and rubbed the child's small head. Her face overlapped with a photo. She was a young and beautiful girl in a white dress. She was full of dependence and admiration.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and took out her phone. However, she remembered that they were still on the plane, and she had to turn it off on the plane.
"What's wrong?" Jian qingying put her hand on her daughter's forehead, but she felt a sweat all over her hand. She was a little anxious. She was fine, why was she sweating so much?
it's okay, mom. I just had a nightmare. she shook her head and smiled at Jian qingying. However, she could still remember the scene in the dream. It was the mother and son who gave her food. Hence, that woman looked similar to the one in Lu jinrong's photo. She just did not know if they were the same person.
Forget it, it's better not to say it. Perhaps he had recognized the wrong person.
