His gentle eyes fell on Xiao Jinghuan."
"When I first arrived at the Smith family, I didn't like to talk much. The scene of my parents dying has always been engraved in my memory. She didn't want to talk to anyone. After that, Auntie Jin used her patience and smile to warm me up and let me down my guard. Then, you were born. Because of you, my autistic condition gradually improved…Huanhuan, this is my story."
Everyone had their own story, and so did Xiao Jinghuan. However, compared to Jin Changning, her childhood pain seemed to have become a moan.
After listening to him, she wanted to comfort him. These past events were too painful, but she didn't say anything. His expression was too calm, so she didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a while, she turned to ask a question that aroused her interest and curiosity.
"Who was the person who hit your car? Why do I feel like this is…Murder…"
