Eight years had passed. If one counted carefully, these two people should be in their thirties. Time had left its mark on them.
Was the little girl they were holding their hands their daughter? She looked pretty, and she looked very similar to Liang qixuan.
If they saw her, what would their expressions be like?
She had fled in a panic, or just like everyone else who knew her, thought that she was a ghost, and that this ghost was back to take her life.
Lin Yi's mouth twitched as she looked at the shoelaces of her sneakers. She suddenly squatted down, unbuckled them, and slowly tied them. After she was done, she untied them, then untied them again.
She could feel the family of three passing by her, and she could hear their happiness in their voices.
"Dad, mom, I want to come here again for ice cream next time." The little girl's voice was very sweet and soft.
"Alright, I'll bring you here to eat next time!" The man agreed without thinking.
