Recalling past events, Su Nian suddenly spaced out for a moment, then mimicked his icy tone: "Shen Hanxiu, stop bringing up the past. One shouldn't live in the past."
"Isn't the past also part of what one has lived through?" His voice was soft, and Su Nian seemed to see a hint of desolation in his unruffled eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
Does he mean that the matters of the past are also experiences that one cannot simply forget?
Su Nian did not delve deeper, not wanting to take his few words lightly again.
At that moment, the amusement ride stopped, and Su Bao walked over holding Su Zhen's hand, amid their playful laughter they overheard a voice not far away.
"Mom, I know I was wrong... I'm sorry I couldn't keep Daddy, please don't leave me behind..."
Looking in the direction of the voice, it was a boy about three years old, the son of Xue Qi and Li Zisheng, Li Yihao.