"Sister, I want to see him," Ya Xi said.
Qinglan stood up and followed Ya Xi to find Doug. She could feel that Ya Xi was very satisfied with her life now and didn't want to talk about the past; naturally, Qinglan didn't bring it up either.
Doug was playing football with Anan on the lawn. The Fu Family's estate didn't have such a large lawn for Anan to play on, so this was like fulfilling a small wish for him.
Anan was running around, sweating profusely, and they could hear his laughter from a distance.
"Sister, Anan has grown a lot, even more handsome than in the photos," Ya Xi said gently, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. The carefree nature of children was the most enviable thing.
"Yes, time flies. Anan is already three years old."
"Indeed, everyone moves on." Only she remained in place, unwilling to step out of the prison she had drawn for herself.
Anan had already seen his mother and ran over, "Mommy." He glanced at Ya Xi standing beside Qinglan, "Hello, sister."
