the child drew on song qincheng's palm with her fingers. song qincheng couldn't make out all the words, but she could understand the general meaning. after Joice finished the last word,'le', she looked up at her. the child's eyes were clear, and there was a sense of maturity that didn't match her age.
Joice couldn't hear him. rather than being woken up by the pouring rain, it was more like she didn't sleep well.
song qincheng had already guessed that.
now that the child asked this, her guess was confirmed.
a child who had experienced the sudden death of his biological mother at the end of march, and now had to attend his great-grandfather's funeral, no matter how simple-minded he was, he could also experience the scene of life and death.
seeing that song qincheng didn't reply immediately, Joice sat on the bed with her legs crossed and her head lowered.
