Song Zhen came out of the room.
But his aide told him, "Madam just left; she left you a note."
Song Zhen took it and saw that it was Gu Xinzhou's handwriting: Song Zhen, I've gone home. I need to check on McDull and ask about mom's condition. Please take care of George for me, I'll bring over some cooked millet porridge tomorrow morning, take care of yourself. I will miss you, Gu Xinzhou.
Song Zhen's heart, originally filled with loss, gradually settled as he read her note.
He felt like his life had entered a world he had never known before.
Bright, warm, sweet.
He carefully stored the note and entered George's room.
The little boy on the bed moved slightly, and Song Zhen smiled, "Is George awake?"
Hearing Song Zhen's voice, George immediately opened his eyes and looked at him excitedly, "Uncle!"
Song Zhen walked over with a smile, his eyes filled with warm and tender light, which he cast upon George.
The villa.
