Xiajun Yanli also knew that Hao' er liked Yun bixue's daughter, Xie Lingyan, a lot.
In xiajun Yanli's opinion, children's love for each other was pure and unmixed. They didn't understand love or responsibility.
Hence, xiajun Yanli was a little worried. He wondered how the two children would grow up.
In a mountain village.
Ever since su lenghan found out that Yun bixue's family had returned, he had been rather quiet.
Every time he did something at hand, he would be a little dazed.
Mother su knew that her son was feeling bitter, so she tried to speak less and mention less about the city. In the past, she liked to watch TV at night, but recently, she didn't turn it on. She was afraid that the TV would broadcast things about the Yun family, and her son would recall the past.
In the past two to three years, mother SU's heart was filled with regret, but it was useless. No matter how much she regretted, she couldn't let her son start over.