In the dead of night, the family gathered in the study, Lin Lishan sat on a chair and recounted to her daughter the series of events that had recently transpired both inside and outside the home.
Zhou Jiao noticed her good mood, mentioning those things without much emotional fluctuation, and did not bring up her suicidal incident, pretending to be unaware.
——Life must go on, it's good that she can let go of many things.
Zhou Xiaozheng glanced at Ping'an, yawning, then looked at his tiny hand tightly gripping his mother's clothes, smiled and shook his head, "Rest first, talk about it tomorrow."
Zhang Guoqing looked at his wife, clapped his hands at Ping'an, "Let your mom chat with your grandpa and others, I'll take you to wash up and wait for mommy, alright?"
Ping'an tilted his head, "Sleep together?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. I still have a lot to talk to my mom about."
