Su Wan looked at little Qiran's soft and tender face, and a trace of sadness flashed through her heart.
Perhaps, subconsciously, both she and Jiang Xuecheng wanted to return the favor.
Otherwise, based on Jiang Xuecheng's personality, he would not have wanted to adopt Jiang Qiran.
However, no one could replace another. In Su Wan's opinion, Jiang Qiran was Jiang Qiran, and the child that had died young would never come back to life.
She would not use Jiang Qiran as a substitute.
She believed that someone as smart as Jiang Xuecheng understood this better than Su Wan.
Su Wan firmly believed that time could heal all wounds.
Life was short. It was not easy to maintain the passion and longing for the present.
…
Su Wan looked up at Jiang Xuecheng's silent face. Finally, she stretched out her empty hand and poked Jiang Xuecheng lightly.
"Xuecheng, let's go."
