"Aunt Xu..." Qiao Mo didn't know how to comfort her and just softly called out to her.
"I gave her the name Xiao Ai. Li Xin'ai. I've always thought that if I ever find her, she'd come live here. But as the years go by, the room gets more and more filled, while she... she still doesn't know where she is..."
Qiao Mo gently hugged Xu Wan: "You will find her, you definitely will."
Xu Wan nodded with a choked sob, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, still feeling somewhat unable to let go.
Not long after, Louis came upstairs to call the two of them down for dinner.
The dining table was a bit large, and with four people sitting, it still felt quite empty.
Xu Wan looked at Qiao Mo across the table, the more she looked, the more she liked her, and couldn't help but sigh once more: "If my daughter were still around, she would be about your age."
Qiao Mo was about to speak when suddenly a cell phone ringtone interrupted.
She glanced at it; it was Fu Nancheng.
