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    Jiang Wan and Wen Jin didn’t sleep well all night.

    The child cried at night and asked for milk, so she made milk powder. Jiang Wan was responsible for feeding the milk. After a while, the child cried again. It turned out that it was diarrhea, so the two took the child to the bathroom to clean it.

    After Wen Jin finished washing the child, he felt sweaty and went to take a bath again.

    Not long after I came back and lay down, the child peed again, and I changed his diaper again.

    By three or four o’clock, both of them were sleepy.

    The child was lying in the middle of the two of them. Jiang Wan reached out to hold Wen Jin’s hand and put it next to her face, and asked him softly, “What are you thinking about?”

    Wen Jin squeezed her hand with his fingers, and the subwoofer’s voice became even more hoarse in the darkness, “What about you?”

    “I was thinking that we were well loved when we were children.” Jiang Wan’s voice was very soft, with a hint of tenderness, “Because we were too young and had no memory, so we forgot it when we grew up.”

    Wen Jin said nothing.

    In his memory, in addition to the confinement nanny, the only person who stayed with him was the nanny and housekeeper.

    Perhaps, as Jiang Wan said, when he was very young, just like the children around him, he also received careful care from his parents.

    “You must have been very good-looking when you were a child…” Jiang Wan squeezed his fingers and said with a smile, “Then when your parents take you out, they will praise you to the neighbors to see how good-looking my son is…”

    She was spinning a false dream for him.

    Wen Jin did not interrupt her.

    He fell asleep in this false dream.

    In the dream, his father put him on his shoulders, and his mother bought a yellow balloon and gave it to him. He would smile, and his eyes would be bright when he smiled.

    In the dream, there were no vegetables, no laboratory, no suffocatingly quiet psychological consulting room, no empty living room and endless darkness swallowing him up.

    He was sitting on his father’s shoulder and saw a child in the distance being pulled out of school by his mother with an expressionless face.

    The kid looked a lot like him.

    He doesn’t cry or laugh, and he doesn’t like to talk.

    His weird temperament caused him to fight with his classmates when he first entered kindergarten. When his mother pulled him out, he looked up.

    The moment their eyes met.

    Wen Jin suddenly woke up.

    Jiang Wan was making breakfast outside, and the child slept quietly next to him.

    He looked down and saw that the child had his eyes closed, his eyelashes were long, his face was fleshy, and his mouth was open.

    After a while, the child suddenly became short of breath and looked like he was crying. He cried for a while with his mouth pursed, and then continued to sleep.

    “He’s dreaming.” Jiang Wan came in quietly. Seeing Wen Jin staring at the child in a daze, she told him softly, “Children can also dream. They cry when they dream about being scared, and they laugh when they dream about being happy.”

    Wen Jin got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

    He didn’t know if his dream last night made him laugh.

    All I know is that he seems to be able to understand what it means to be happy.

    After the two had breakfast, they took the child and all the milk powder and diapers to the police station.

    Jiang Kuanwang and his wife took all the blame and took Jiang Tao clean. After all, Jiang Tao was only thirteen years old when he made perjury to get Jiang Wan to take the blame.

    As long as he signed a personal guarantee, Jiang Tao could go out, but his wife Hu Changyi ran away, and the people he could contact either refused or had no time. Until Jiang Wan came over, he couldn’t go out.

    Jiang Wan told the police that she wanted to talk to Jiang Tao, so she put the child in Wen Jin’s arms, entered the interrogation room, and faced Jiang Tao face to face.

    “Sister…” Jiang Tao started crying as soon as he saw her, “I’m sorry, sister, my parents did something wrong. Please let them out…”

    Jiang Wan handed over a tissue and said, “Wipe it clean and let’s talk properly.”

    Jiang Tao was shocked to realize that Jiang Wan had changed.

    In nine years, she changed from the sister who was obedient to him to a strange woman.

    “Why, no one has come to see me in nine years?” Jiang Wan asked.

    When she dreams back at midnight, she always wonders if something happened at home, if her parents are sick, if her brother is seriously ill, otherwise, why would no one come to see her.

    But the fact is, their whole family is fine.

    Except her.

    She knew it from the day after day of waiting and disappointment.

    She was abandoned.

    The other party used money to easily dissolve the blood relationship between them.

    The parents used money to easily cut off the relationship and ties between them.

    It took her nine years to gain this understanding.

    At this moment, I just want to ask.

    “Why?”

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