"I'm not sure, and I don't know if the space will dissipate when we die. In the next life, let's use butterflies as our witness. If you meet someone with a butterfly flower, it will definitely be me."
"Okay, see you in the next life."
He Wan glared at her, annoyed: "Life is still long, don't think too far ahead. The child will be grown up soon, and there will be even more to worry about."
Yun Shudai laughed: "That's right, it's time to worry about the children again."
Yun Shudai and He Wan spent the whole night in the space.
Zhou Xiyao was a little surprised when she didn't see her mother when she went to school in the morning.
When asked, his father said that his mother had gone out early in the morning because she had something to do.
But Mom's car is still outside.
Don't you drive so early?
Of course, Zhou Xiyao didn't dwell on that much; she was now a junior in high school, and her studies were even more demanding.
Yes, she has already made arrangements with Sister Xiaomi to take the exam in the same city.
The two sisters can keep each other company then.
He Wan wanted her daughter to get into a local university, but unfortunately her daughter ended up getting into the Fine Arts Department of Peking University.
A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles. He Wan wished she could leave her husband behind and go to Beijing to accompany her son as he studied.
Seeing her anxious expression, Zhou Ting'an patiently advised, "Before, you said you were careful when you went to your daughter's space because she was at home. Now that she's been admitted to university and doesn't bother you anymore, you want to go there again. You even want to accompany her to school. Aren't you afraid your daughter will find you annoying?"
“She’s been with me since she was little and hasn’t been away much. I’m worried she won’t adapt.”
"Honey, you have to believe in our daughter. She's just as good as you. You went to the countryside all by yourself when you were so young, and you did a great job. She's definitely even better than us."
"That's different."
"How are they different?"
She's from another time.
However, the old worker is right; children should always be given some independent space.
Hmm, never mind, I'll just go complain to Lao Yun!
(End of extra chapter)
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