"Si Cheng, Si Cheng …"

Sharp shouts came from the corridor.

Li Sicheng opened the door and a figure pounced into his embrace.

Lin Shanshan tightly hugged Li Sicheng. Her entire body trembled and tears fell like rain. "Si Cheng, I dreamt of Wandou! I dreamt that Wandou were crying and shouting in pain. Si Cheng, help me, help me save her …"

In the blink of an eye, she pushed Li Sicheng away, ran barefoot downstairs, and kept muttering, "I heard her crying, Wandou, don't be afraid, I'm here for you!"

As she spoke, she pushed open door after door.

"Wandou, where are you? Mom prepared chocolate for you. I promise I'll let you eat enough this time, okay?"

Lin Shanshan's voice became choked, her tone filled with tenderness and guilt.

Wandou love sweets the most, but their health is not good and they are forbidden from growing up.

Right now, words like a net tightly covering Li Sicheng. His heart was strangled and tightened, causing him to be unable to breathe.

"Enough!" Li Sicheng grabbed her wrist and looked at her with a heavy gaze, "I'll send you back to rest!"

On the big bed in the room, Lin Shanshan was lying quietly, but her hand was still tightly clutching the sleeve of Li Sicheng's shirt.

She looked at him with a sad expression. Her tears dyed her eyes. "Si Cheng, did the Wandou really burn to death? Will she never come back?"

After saying those words, Lin Shanshan suddenly realized that the surrounding air seemed to be getting colder.

She immediately understood and sobbed, "Si Cheng, I miss Wandou. Can you get her back?"

Li Sicheng patted the back of her hand and put her hands under the quilt. "That child is not related to you."

His voice could not hear any emotions, as if it was deep and cold.

Lin Shanshan's heart tightened as she clenched her hands together under the blanket.

Of course, she wasn't related to that child.

She looked carefully at Li Sicheng and did not find anything unusual.

Lin Shanshan's eyes suddenly burst with a bright surprise. She stood up and pounced in front of him. Her hands tightly grabbed his wrist and her sharp fingernails sunk into the flesh of Li Sicheng. "Is that true? That child is not a Wandou. So my daughter is still alive? She is still alive!"

A sharp pain came from his wrist. Li Sicheng frowned slightly and looked down at Lin Shanshan. His voice was ice-cold and bone-piercing, "But she and I are related!"

Lin Shanshan looked up and saw flames flickering in the man's deep eyes. They were clearly extinguished, but they were even darker.

A flash of panic flashed through her eyes. In an instant, it was concealed by her. Tears rolled down her cheeks like they didn't want money. "Si Cheng, I don't know what happened. Perhaps, it was because the fire was too severe that the appraisal result went wrong … Yes, it must be like this! You must believe me, Wandou is really your daughter and me!"

However, this wisp of panic clearly fell into the eyes of Li Sicheng. He looked at the woman in front of him who was in endless sorrow. His fingers paused and he helped her lie down again. "It's all over, lie down and rest properly!"

Not long after, the sound of the engine starting rang out in the courtyard.

Qiushui Haoting.

Li Sicheng pushed open the door of the apartment. A refreshing smell came from his nose. The warm smell of milk carried a faint fragrance of jasmine.

This was the scent of Jiang Xingyue's body.

He reached out and pressed the switch.

Everything in front of him was still as he remembered. He involuntarily pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

"Brother, look, I personally chose this curtain. Do you like it?" Jiang Xingyue stood in front of the window, pulling at the curtains with one hand and asking him with a smile.

It was as if as long as he dared to say "no", she would not let him go.

With a "wow" sound, the baby's cry sounded in the room.

Jiang Xingyue hurriedly hugged the child, her face facing in his direction, her eyes filled with gentleness and surprise, "Si Cheng, you're back! my baby don't cry, look, Dad is back."

Amazingly, when the child saw him, he really stopped crying. However, what did he say at that time?

He doesn't seem to remember.

The sound of heavy footsteps was exceptionally ear-piercing in the quiet room, and every time it seemed to pierce through his heart.

Li Sicheng slowly walked in his room. Every step he took, there seemed to be a sunny and smiling girl standing in front of him.

Her slender fingers slowly opened the drawer of the dresser, filled with gifts for his birthday and wedding anniversary.

But he never opened it.

Subconsciously, his fingers opened the gifts one by one.

Prayer Star, Veluriyam Ball, Copper Coin …

Every one of them was the wish he had told her, but these were the wishes that his mother had not come to fulfill for him, and now she had fulfilled all of them for him.

The starlight dimmed little by little. On the big bed in the bedroom, men curled up together like children, holding a pile of gifts and closing their eyes tightly.