It was winter, but Lin Nuan felt especially warm.
The wind blew, and the bare branches on the trees rustled. Yellowed leaves landed all over the ground and onto the shoulder of Cen Mo's woolen coat.
Lin Nuan bent over and patted off the dried leaves on Cen Mo's shoulder before helping him up. "Mom and Dad would feel the happiest to see the two of us standing here!"
"Do you hate me?" Cen Mo suddenly asked Lin Nuan.
"What?" Lin Nuan looked at Cen Mo with her clear gaze, feeling perplexed.
"If it weren't because of me, Mom wouldn't have gone crazy, and Dad wouldn't have switched you with the Lin family's child. If I didn't go missing, we might have been a happy family…" Cen Mo's voice sounded very hoarse.