But of course, everything had already passed.
The small, soft hand held in hers next to her was the best proof.
Zhao Xiaole peeked around the entryway, his expression one of considerable curiosity, "Su Xiaolu, did you use to live here?"
"Yes, I used to live here," Su Lu said with a smile as she nodded.
"By yourself?"
"Yes... Ah, no," Su Lu suddenly shook her head.
Zhao Xiaole looked at her with bright, expectant eyes.
Su Lu knew he was hoping to hear some stories about his father.
Zhao Xiaole wasn't lacking in love; he had been surrounded by it since birth.
Therefore, he seldom mentioned his father, not because he wasn't curious, but because he felt that bringing him up might upset his mother, so he refrained from asking.
It was only very occasionally that he would show a bit of curiosity, like now.
How could Su Lu not see that? But she was bound to disappoint her son.
