She never understood why, after Ahan left, they refused to take Zhenzhen in.

Now she understands.

Zhenzhen's bloodline is not in their family.

Adopting a child with no blood relation was a heavy thing for people in that era.

They have their own children to take care of and their own lives to live.

They cannot shoulder this responsibility, no matter how reluctant they are to do so.

"She said she remembered that her parents doted on her, and she only remembered that her home was in Chengdu, but she couldn't remember anything else."

Yang Wenlan said softly.

"She remembered having a small courtyard with a pomegranate tree that bloomed especially red every summer. She remembered her mother always combing her hair, pinning a small flower to her braids. She remembered her father carrying her to see the lantern festival, saying that the lanterns back then shone like stars in the sky..."

"But after that, she doesn't remember anything. She only remembers being shoved into a black car, and then it was all darkness."

Su Qingzhi silently kept these words in mind.

"Sister Wenlan, I've remembered everything. From now on, we'll protect Zhenzhen together. Things will definitely get better."

“Regardless of whose blood he is, he is Ahan’s son, and also the child I, Su Qingzhi, have chosen. I will teach him to read, accompany him as he grows up, and take him to Rongcheng to find that pomegranate tree. Even if we can’t find it, I want him to know that he is not an unwanted child, that he has a mother and a home.”

Yang Wenlan nodded vigorously, finally feeling relieved.

She could finally entrust Zhenzhen to someone who truly wanted to love and protect him.