There are so many things in this world that are simply beyond our control. Xiao'an's mother gave birth to him, yet she didn't want him.
Jian Shuyao wanted her own son, yet she also lost her son.
Reality is as pitiful and lamentable as it is ruthless and unreasonable.
Why can't people have the happiness they desire, and why are there so many who are lonely and helpless?
Yan Qingruo embraced Jian Shuyao, hearing her sobs made unspeakable sorrow build up in her heart.
At this moment, Yan Qingruo's phone rang.
She released Jian Shuyao and answered the call, "Hello."
"Is this Yan Qingruo? Come to your grandparents' house." Shen Ye's aristocratic voice came through, tinged with a hint of command.
"Shen Ye? Shen Ye, you're back? What about Qianmo?" Without bothering to ask anything else, Yan Qingruo immediately couldn't help but inquire about Chen Qianmo's whereabouts.