Shen Wenchen understood what was on Nanzhi's mind, and at this moment, he merely held his silence.
Zhiyu sat in between both of them, his hands holding theirs, evidently satisfied.
"Mother, where are we?"
The child's voice was soft and full of curiosity.
Staring at the playground before her, Nanzhi faltered.
Where is this place?
Is it my hometown?
But my family isn't here, grandmother has already left me, and as for friends...
Perhaps to them, I still am just an acquaintance.
And what about the characters in the book?
In it, there's Zhiyu, Dad and Mom, my brothers and sisters-in-law and their children, and also...Miaomiao.
Nanzhi fell into silence for a moment, then remembering something, she reached into her pocket, only to realize that she was only in her nightgown and had not brought her phone.
"Do you need a phone?"
Looking at her, Shen Wenchen had an understanding of her needs, and handed her his own phone.