Xu Qinghuan patted his head, "He's still young, it's normal not to remember his parents' names."
Even though she didn't know why this child was clinging to her, he was so small, and with such trust, such a bond, Xu Qinghuan didn't want to disappoint the child and leave a shadow in his life.
When she was little, she had parents, yet deeply felt abandoned by the world.
That loneliness and helplessness left too deep an impression.
"He's still young, but even so, he should know his parents' names. When I was little, my mom used to teach me all day long to remember my mom's name, my mom's name is Zheng Qianxia..."
Xu Qinghuan's eyes widened and she blurted out involuntarily, "Zheng Qianxia?"
"Yes!" Ji Xiangcheng reminisced to himself, not noticing Xu Qinghuan's momentary loss of composure, "My mother's name is Zheng Qianxia, isn't it a nice name? I think my name sounds better than my mom's, I've liked eating oranges since I was little."
