Her father thought it was destiny that sent him to save Ya Molian, never expecting that Brother Molian would take the day he had been rescued as his rebirth.
Actually, she felt there was nothing wrong with thinking that way.
What did it matter if a few people didn't want him? There were plenty around him who would treat him well, blood-related or not, it truly was insignificant.
"So that's how it is."
She didn't say anything more, just carried on with her work at hand.
...
Days passed, another day and two nights.
In the early morning, Lin Changfeng prepared to leave with a bundle, under the gaze of his family members.
Yet just as he was sent out of the yard, a carriage rolled up beside him, the coachman conveniently stopping right in front of him. The Lins wore puzzled expressions, looking at the carriage that had inexplicably halted at their doorstep.
