His tendons in both hands are broken, and now they lack strength, so he just looked at the child in Su Miaoyan's arms and said softly, "Good-looking, just like Tangtang."
Su Miaoyan saw a hint of smile on his lips, but she always felt that Rong Ning's ten years of hardship had changed his mindset, making him aged and despondent.
He's only twenty-six, but already seems like an old man.
That night, she returned to her room and lay in Xiao Yu's arms, wiping her tears with heartache, "Is there any way to make Ningning happy? His life was supposed to be as happy and complete as Tangtang's."
If he hadn't been stolen by Hua Qingluo back then, if he were the Eldest Young Master of the Xiao family, he certainly would have been a spirited young man, by now married with children and living a blissful life.
Xiao Yu gently patted her back and comforted, "Ningning's emotional knot probably still lies with Song Huaining, Ningning's child is already almost nine years old."
