In the bedroom of Yuan Lang and Ning Ai.
Provoked by Ning Ai's question, Zhang Lin pondered for quite a while before responding softly, "Someone who is close to my age, no, close to Yuan Shan's age, seems to be Xinxin."
"Right, Madam Yuan, I've mentioned Xinxin to you before. She is the daughter of the adoptive parents who took me in after my biological parents abandoned me. She's three years older than me."
"However, at that time, during the chaos of war, even getting enough to eat and survive was a problem, and it was hard to be certain about age. Some girls would appear very frail and weak."
Ning Ai: "..."
Yes, it's been far too long.
The thought that their beloved daughter might no longer be alive, or that they might never see her again, made Yuan Lang and Ning Ai extremely anxious, they pressed their lips together and said, "Linlin, I fear I might never see my child again."
"How could that be? You have to look on the bright side."
