That night, Ai Tingya stayed at Ai Zhaojiang's house. The two of them prepared a large table of dishes.
What made Ai Zhaojiang even happier was that Luo Feng wasn't here.
Ai Zhaojiang was very satisfied with the day other than the courtyard house next door was too noisy with cleaning the house and moving new furniture in the afternoon.
He had been chatting with Ai Tingya and could finally ask her about her life openly.
"Dean Du of the orphanage is also very good to me. The children are also very cute. And Xiao Fei. You know that she's my best friend in the orphanage." Ai Tingya chatted about her previous life with a faint smile on her face. "Xiao Fei comforts me every time I'm unhappy."
She was smiling, but there was always a faint sadness in her voice.
The fatigue and hardship in the past seemed to have become precious memories. Ai Tingya actually missed them when she thought about it.
