Seeing the look on Wen Hua's face, Che Huan walked closer, bit her lip, and gently tugged his sleeve, "Uncle, I wasn't trying to hide it from you; I was just afraid you'd worry."
"Would you have not told me if I hadn't seen it online myself?" Wen Hua thought and felt a chill run down his spine. He had come across the photos of Huanhuan and Huo Jinnan online by chance, and that night he couldn't sleep well, his thoughts haunted by a nightmare from many years ago—
"Uncle..."
Che Huan shook his sleeve, just like when she was little.
"How's your mother?" Wen Hua calmed down considerably, his face softened much more, thinking of Huanhuan in those photos, suddenly feeling she had grown up.
Speaking of Wen Ru, Che Huan's face changed slightly, not wanting her uncle to worry, and she quickly covered it up with a smile, "She's doing quite well."
Wen Hua looked at Che Huan, "Just one week away, and you've gotten tanner and thinner."
