Qin Mengying looked at her helplessly. Although the girl had made great strides in mathematics for the sake of teaching and educating, her level of Chinese remained as "astonishing" as ever.
Xia Yuxun's face gradually reverted to its usual appearance as she continued, "But look at me now, there's no way he could find me! Even if he was standing right in front of me, he would never be able to recognize Xia Yuxun.
Because Xia Yuxun had died long ago. The person standing before him now is Xia Ruhua, just Xia Ruhua."
From the moment her father died, she buried herself, buried this love, and buried him deep in her heart.
"Mommy, why aren't you taking a shower yet?" Xiaobai, dressed in cute pajamas, stood at the bedroom door, complaining discontentedly.
Seeing the makeup-free face of Xia Yuxun, Xiaobai rubbed his eyes and immediately clung to her, "Mommy, sleep with me."
