Of the five photos, only one was an individual shot of her mother.
Lin Gantang caressed her mother's young face in the photo, feeling a little bitter.
"Thank you, Auntie Ying. I'll bring it back to my dad," said Lin Gantang.
"Don't be too sad. You and your brother are doing well. Your mother will definitely be very happy in the afterlife." Jiang Chenying patted her hand gently. "Go and chat with Yin Zhen. You don't have to accompany Auntie. When I'm better, I'll go to the bookstore. You'll have plenty of opportunities to speak with me."
Lin Gantang nodded.
Seeing how obedient she was, Yin Zhen rubbed the goosebumps on her arm.
Ever since she was young, she was actually more used to the way Lin Gantang rolled up her sleeves and fought with her.
Yin Zhen facepalmed. There must be something wrong with her. She actually missed the fighting days.
