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"Put on the hat, or you'll get sunburned later,"
Nie Chenglang took out a hat and placed it on Xu Chaomu's head.
The sun was indeed lovely, Xu Chaomu squinted his eyes, feeling very satisfied.
The air still carried the scent leftover from last night's storm, and the spot they chose was quite dry, particularly suitable for a picnic.
Xu Chaomu looked at the carefree children and saw himself at ten years old.
As Nie Chenglang was tidying up, Xu Chaomu suddenly asked him, "Mr. Nie, can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing for these kids to be adopted by wealthy families?"
"It's not so straightforward," Nie Chenglang said. "Good or bad isn't just about material things; there has to be spiritual fulfillment too. If that family can treat these kids as their own, then it's definitely a good thing."
Treating them as their own.
Xu Chaomu's eyes dimmed again.
She didn't continue with the question and went to help Nie Chenglang.
