This glance brings back complicated thoughts.

Carrying a small schoolbag and taking books and pencils, the primary school students are ready to go out.

"Xiaobei, let's go."

At Zhao Weidong's call, Zhao Xiaobei looked back at Song Yingying and waved his hand, "I'm leaving."

Then.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked out of the courtyard, gradually moving away and disappearing.

Song Yingying watched this scene and felt an indescribable feeling that she had never experienced before.

She slowly lost herself in thought.

Standing there for a long time.

"Yingying? Yingying?"

Seeing that Song Yingying didn't move for a long time, Jiang Nian called her.

Song Yingying was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses.

She turned around to look at Jiang Nian, her brows tightly knitted together, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Jiang Nian asked, "Yingying, what's wrong?"

"I don't know why... I only spent a short time with this kid, but when I saw him leave just now, I felt so empty inside, as if I couldn't bear to let him go."

But that child clearly has no blood relationship with her...

Even when they were together, there was not much communication and dialogue between her and Zhao Xiaobei. Most of the time, she did her things and Zhao Xiaobei did his things.

They were more like strangers living in the same room.

The first time I broke the ice was when I ate instant noodles with Jiang Nian.

Later, Zhao Xiaobei taught her how to make fire and cook, how to make tea and boil water; she took Zhao Xiaobei to the mountains to play, and she gradually became more familiar with it.

Song Yingying was in a daze, unable to figure out the strange feeling in her heart.

Jiang Nian saw through it at a glance.

She reminded him, "Yingying, you may not even realize it, but you have already treated Xiaobei as your own child."

When Song Yingying heard this, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Her own...children...

Zhao Xiaobei...

How... is this possible?!

Song Yingying looked at Jiang Nian and opened her mouth, wanting to deny it out loud.

But when the words to sever ties came to her lips, Song Yingying couldn't say them.

Only at this moment did she vaguely realize something. She looked at Jiang Nian, then at little An Bao in Jiang Nian's arms, with a complicated expression.

Jiang Nian understood how Song Yingying felt at this moment.

Because she knew Song Yingying too well. She only looked cold and arrogant, but she was actually a very soft-hearted person.

Once, she found a stray cat downstairs of her dormitory building. She would go downstairs every day in the cold winter to prepare cat food and change drinking water for the cat.

When a cat is injured or sick, even though they know it cannot be saved, they are still willing to pay money to ask the doctor to give it a try.

She is still the same today.

She never acknowledged Zhao Xiaobei's relationship, but was willing to exchange her precious pearl hairpin for instant noodles for him. She would prepare the textbooks and pencils Zhao Xiaobei needed for school early in the morning, and was worried that Zhao Xiaobei would be looked down upon at school, so she bought him beautiful clothes.

Song Yingying did all these little things without realizing why.

Jiang Nian didn't point it out directly.

She walked back into the room, and when she came out she was holding Song Yingying's pearl hairpin in her hand.

"Yingying, I'll give this back to you."

There is no need to say anything else. Song Yingying will naturally understand everything just by looking at her pearl hairpin.

Long before she was born, she had silently accepted this child.

In a sense, they are now mother and child.