Xie Ying looked at Cheng Ling's thin but straight back and sighed.
This granddaughter was too thoughtful and she took on many things.
All Xie Ying could do was to trust her unconditionally.
After returning to her room, Cheng Ling washed up and lay on the bed.
The street lights outside had already gone out. The moon was round and bright tonight, and the moonlight was cold and clear.
Cheng Ling looked at the moonlight, and slowly her consciousness began to blur.
She had a dream.
In the dream, Cheng Ling was only 18 or 19 years old. She had two ponytails.
But she was not at the Cheng family home, and Xie Ying was not by her side.
In the dream, she lived in a place like a valley. There were many peach trees in the surroundings, and it was so beautiful.
She was playing there alone when suddenly, a couple came from afar and called her Ling Ling intimately.
In the dream, Cheng Ling called them Dad and Mom.
