Banging Stomach
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Yes." One word. Shen Yijun didn't see the need to elaborate. Song Wan felt awkward, and she wanted to talk about something else. However, she realized there wasn't much to say between the both of them.
Was she supposed to be apologetic, or did Shen Yijun feel the same? Nowadays, whenever they met, they would sit with each other without a word like what they were doing now.
Xia Ruoxin set her daughter down on the ground. Rainy held her mother's hand obediently and followed her footsteps. She walked away on her tiny feet, leaving the two persons behind. They were related to her in a way, but she didn't feel sorry for not knowing them.
"Rainy, do you feel sad without a maternal or paternal grandmother?"
Xia Ruoxin squeezed her daughter's hand abruptly as she attempted to ask. Perhaps, Rainy might not understand what she was saying.
Rainy blinked her eyes and held her mother's hand tight.