Shu Ying, the eldest daughter of a capitalist who tragically died after being sent down, has been reborn.
At this time, her uncle's family is plotting. Most of the Shu family's treasu...
She suffered torment in that place day after day, and the pain in her body forced her to make a choice she had no other option but to make.
Fortunately, the seats nearby were mostly occupied by women, so she wasn't too resistant.
The two people sitting opposite her, Shu Ying and Li Qingqing, both had gentle eyes and brows. Song Zhaodi looked at Yangyang's water glass on the table and couldn't help but swallow.
Shu Ying realized that she might be thirsty, so she used the bag next to her to cover her hand and took out a new cup from her storage space.
"Sister Song, you seemed to be in a hurry when you got on the bus. You probably haven't even unpacked your luggage yet, right? I happen to have an extra new water bottle that I haven't used yet. There's a water station up ahead. Why don't you go and get some water?"
Shu Ying could vaguely guess that Song Zhaodi might have some unspeakable secret.
Whether it's her current state, the way she carefully rolls up her sleeve to cover her wound, or the wound on her mouth, everything seems to be hinting at something.
Song Zhaodi quickly waved her hand: "No, no, no, I can't accept this. It's alright, thank you."
Shu Ying insisted on placing the cup in her hand: "We all have one. Bringing too much stuff is a burden for us. It's just right that you can use it, so it won't go to waste. It will lighten our load."
Yueyue also handed over the cookies she was holding.
"Auntie, are you feeling unwell? Your face is very pale. Mom says that people look tired when they are sick. Your mouth looks like it hurts. Haven't you seen a doctor?"
Yangyang also took out the washed fruit and shared it with her: "Auntie, I know you must be feeling hot. Mom said that if you feel hot, you should eat more fruit and it will go down quickly. These grapes are so sweet. My mom grew them herself. Try them."
The two little ones spoke in their babyish voices, which instantly melted Song Zhaodi's heart.
If her child were still alive, he would probably be this age, and would he also be this cute and well-behaved?