Cheng Zhiwei gently touched the soft cheeks of the two children and tenderly said, "Everything is fine."
No, it should be better this way.
This way, her interactions with Zhou Lin would be even fewer.
Gradually, she could also break free from him.
Lin Yu's eyes reddened, "Zhiwei, the Zhou Family has wronged you."
Cheng Zhiwei had long since harbored no resentment in her heart, "Auntie, let's not talk about these things anymore."
"Alright, we won't mention it, won't mention it."
Afterwards, Lin Yu visited less frequently, but she sent videos more often, and occasionally, a thin little boy would appear.
Cheng Zhiwei thought, that must indeed be Zhou Lin's child, he really looked a lot like him.
As days went by, Cheng Zhiwei, busy with her studies and taking care of the children, gradually moved on from the past.
Three years later.
At a certain restaurant.
