Wind chimes of memories (18)

This girl seemed to have walked out of a classical poem or painting. She was gentle and elegant, with a unique temperament. At first glance, she looked like a young lady from a noble family, a girl who was cultivated by a scholarly family.

The more mother han looked at her, the more satisfied she was. Wasn't this the daughter-in-law she had always hoped her son would find?

Mother han was in a daze for a while.

"Mom, don't tell me you don't remember me anymore after you get a wife?"

Huang qingwu was a little shy when she heard han yichu's words. She knew that the two people in front of her were han yichu's parents."Hello, uncle and Auntie."

Han yichu took Huang qingwu's hand and said,""You can call us mom and dad."

Huang qingwu's face turned even redder, and she could not bring herself to call them her parents.

Mother han held Huang qingwu's hand."It's okay. Take it slow. We're all family. You must be tired." Come in quickly, I've prepared some good food. "