Jiang An turned to look at Jiang Yi and patted her son's head with a smile. "Okay."
Jiang An then said to Auntie Fang, "Take out the little wooden horse."
Jiang Yi immediately smiled. Jiang Yu picked up the ball and handed it to Jiang An.
One of the two children was riding a horse, and the other was fetching a ball. The atmosphere was harmonious. Jiang An calmed down again and felt that she might have been overthinking. Perhaps Jiang Yu was just learning the word 'father'. She was so young, how could she understand what a father meant?
At least for now, Jiang An could feel that the two children, without a father, were just as happy.
Jiang Yi's legs were long, and his feet were propped up on the horse, just long enough to touch the wooden horse's feet. He exerted strength with the tip of his toes, and his small body swayed with the wooden horse.
