With just a glance, Qin Mobai knew what Lou Xi was thinking. Their tacit understanding was truly unparalleled.
"Aunt Zhao used to have a daughter, but when her daughter was five years old, she drowned. Later, her husband went away to work and never returned." Speaking of Aunt Zhao, Lou Xi still felt very heartbroken.
If they were still in Nancheng, she could sometimes come to visit her, but now they were separated by distance...
"If you're still worried, then bring Aunt Zhao to Nancheng."
"Aunt Zhao certainly wouldn't want to leave here." Lou Xi shook her head. This is where Aunt Zhao has lived all her life. Perhaps deep down, she's still hoping to stay here to wait for her husband to return.
Even though no one knows when he'll come back.
"Do you like Aunt Zhao?" Qin Mobai asked softly.
