"Xiaohan, what's your dream?"
Once they were in the car, Tang Luo turned his head and asked.
"My dream? Haha, I hope all the children in the orphanage are well, and that there are no more orphans in the world!"
Chen Han said with a smile.
"No, that's not your dream. Don't think about the children in the orphanage. You're young, you should have your own dreams!
You're only in your twenties, do you want to be tied to the orphanage for the rest of your life, just like the old director?
I admit that's very noble, but as someone close to you, I don't want you to live without a sense of self, to live only for the children in the orphanage your whole life!"
Tang Luo looked at Chen Han and said earnestly.
"This..."
Chen Han fell silent.
"Xiaohan, I remember when we were little, you told me you wanted to be a painter. Do you still feel that way?"
Tang Luo asked.
