Qin Shuhua helped Li Jianyue take a few photographs of Little Moyun before returning her cell phone to her.
Li Jianyue happily sent the pictures over through WeChat, along with a voice message that said, "Older Brother, I don't think Little Moyun looks like us at all. We look much better."
But Li Jianqian did not reply.
In the capital…
Li Jianqian stared at the ceiling above his head somewhat absentmindedly.
Even when his cell phone beside him chimed, he ignored it. Fatigue slowly set in.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.
Li Jianqian immediately sat up, alert.
"Please come in." After his young voice rang out, the sound of the door opening could be heard.
Rong Xuan walked in and looked at Li Jianqian before closing the door.
"Hello, Grandma."
"Dasu." Rong Xuan walked over and sat on Li Jianqian's bed.
Li Jianqian pursed his lips tightly together. "I'm sorry, Grandma."
