Sang Xia shifted her gaze away and looked out of the window. Her lips curled up slightly, and her gaze suddenly became gentle. Rong Zhan, Did you know? on the way back from the car just now, I saw a child. The mother was carrying the child, and the Father was holding a big umbrella. His arms were holding the mother and son, and he was even holding a cake box in his hand. One side of his body was wet, but he was still playing with the child and joking with his wife.
As sang Xia said this, she turned back to look at Rong Zhan with a rare gentleness in her eyes. although it's still raining and the temperature is cold, I feel warm inside when I look at the family of three.
"maybe this is what it means to be complete. in the future, if we have a child, i think it might be a good hanhan."
Sang Xia looked at Rong Zhan's expression after she finished her words.
