Huo Xiaoran brought a car full of gifts, Qiao An, and the three children, and set off for Zeng City early in the morning.
Qiao An looked at the scenery leading to her hometown, unable to calm down.
She grew up in Zeng City, but she stayed in other cities. Like a dandelion, she left her parents' arms when she grew up. In the end, there was only endless longing.
In the future, her children would be like her and stay away from her and Xiaoran.
"What are you thinking about?" Huo Xiaoran suddenly reached out and stroked Qiao An's head.
Qiao An said sentimentally, "Brother Xiaoran, one day, the children will leave us, and we can only rely on each other. Therefore, you have to protect your body well and accompany me to the end."
Huo Xiaoran looked at Qiao An in a daze. He knew that she was thinking of her parents. Father Qiao and Mother Qiao were once such a loving couple, but Mother Qiao left Father Qiao when she was just over fifty years old.
