When Zhang Lingying was young, she would often wonder where her family was when she saw others with their parents.
Later, as she grew up, she gradually understood that life is often imperfect, and being too obsessed isn't a good thing.
Meeting the grandmother at the orphanage, being saved, and then adopted, living a life without worries and receiving a good education, she already considered herself very fortunate.
She didn't want to waste time on finding her roots. Her adoptive father chose her because of her talent, hoping she would engage in research and do more meaningful things.
Zhang Lingying pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth, raised her glass, and took another sip.
A cold beer in the summer quenched her thirst with a refreshing taste.
Zhang Lingying wasn't a strong drinker, and after a few sips, her cheeks turned a rosy hue. She squinted at Leng Jian, her gaze slightly hazy.
