"The bear was a gift from the old lady for you, but after she passed away, your mother kept it in the basement. One day… she suddenly took it out, and her current condition is not good. Qingran said she might stay this way forever, living in her own world, the timeline in her head is also in disarray."
Mr. Sang Senior stood at the doorway, watching the scene, and could not help but sigh.
While speaking, he glanced at Sang Qiao and continued, "Actually, after giving birth to you, she was a bit off, but no one noticed at the time."
Sang Qiao watched the scene, her face calm, her fingertips slightly moving.
Mrs. Sang suddenly noticed them too, and turned her head and blinked, "Dad, how come you're here? Who is this?"
"I came to see you, this is Qiaoqiao, your daughter, do you remember her?" Mr. Sang Senior's mood was also complex; their family used to be so enviable, but now, it was such a situation.
