After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

Now that she's here, Yan Niannian will definitely take good care of her.

If the past wasn't good, then it's better to let it go.

Yan Niannian hoped that she could have a fresh start.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Niannian patted her head and said, "How about Auntie gives you a new name, like Yunyun?"

"Yun...Yun?"

The little girl finally responded.

He looked up at Yan Niannian, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Yes!" Yan Niannian nodded with a smile and explained, "Just like the clouds in the sky, free and unrestrained, just be yourself as you please!"

The girl's pupils dilated.

My heart feels warm.

No one had ever said such a thing to her before.

"Ok!"

She squeezed out a single word softly from her throat, and after a fleeting glint of light in her eyes, Yunyun quickly lowered her head again.

"Hey!"

After letting out a helpless sigh, Yan Niannian patted her head again.

The poor thing.

Let's take it slow later!

evening.

Zhuo Xuan has a fever.

In a daze, she unconsciously uttered a few words, "Mom."

Zhuo Yuchen touched Zhuo Xuan's forehead.

Although I took fever-reducing medicine, I still feel a bit hot.

Xu Fei held Zhuo Xuan's hand and said to Zhuo Yuchen with heartache, "Poor Xuan, he keeps calling for his mother, but Miss Zhuo just won't answer my calls. What should we do?"

Standing up straight, Zhuo Yuchen slowly tightened his grip on his side.

Veins bulged, and his eyes were deep and dark.

Seeing this, her gentle and magnanimous voice unconsciously took on a hint of probing, "Yu Chen, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xuan Xuan and make up for the lack of maternal love in him."

After she finished speaking, her face was full of hope.

I hope to hear Zhuo Yuchen say in person that he wants her to be Zhuo Xuan's new mother.

She had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhuo Yuchen turned and left without saying a word.

Hopes were dashed.

Xu Fei bit her lip in frustration.

orphanage.

Fei Siyu has arrived.

They were carrying quite a few bags and packages.

Food and daily necessities.

Various daily necessities.

Yan Niannian asked in surprise, "Why are you here? Your hand is still injured, why aren't you resting at home?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," Fei Siyu smiled. "It's nothing, I just happened to come and help you."

He put his things down and started tidying up on his own.

Watching his actions, Yan Niannian didn't think much of it.

After all, he used to enjoy doing good deeds and often came to the orphanage to help.

However, while getting the water, Fei Siyu accidentally got the gauze wrapped around her hand wet.

Seeing this, Yan Niannian quickly got up and pulled the person to sit down at the table, saying, "Stop doing that, or you'll get infected."

She then took out a small first-aid kit from the cabinet.

Remove the soiled gauze.

She then picked up the mercurochrome and carefully applied it to his wound.

Move gently.

I was afraid of accidentally hurting him.

The warm yellow light shone on Yan Niannian's delicate face.

Porcelain white and delicate.

Bathed in the soft, shimmering light, Yan Niannian appeared serene, peaceful, and dignified.

Fei Siyu's heart was racing.

He was captivated and couldn't help but move closer to her.

Slowly, their figures drew closer and closer...

Zhuo Yuchen's car was parked in front of the orphanage.

He leaned against the side of the car, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers.

It did not ignite.

He casually fiddled with a metal lighter in his other hand.

The pale blue flames flickered erratically, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, adding a touch of coldness to his strong and handsome features.

His wispy hairs obscured the deep color of his eyes.

Bottomless.

His thoughts were so complex that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Looking up, you can see the window of Yan Niannian's dormitory on the second floor.

Two figures are slowly moving closer together.

The actions were unusually ambiguous.

It felt like something was about to happen at any moment.

Zhuo Yuchen's aura suddenly turned cold.

His action of taking out his phone was inadvertently tinged with anger.

After applying the mercurochrome, Yan Niannian was re-bandaging Fei Siyu.

The phone rang suddenly.

Yan Niannian straightened up to reach for her phone.

But he almost bumped into Fei Siyu who was coming closer.

"?"

Not understanding what was going on, Yan Niannian was a little confused.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fei Siyu looked just like a child caught trying to steal candy, her expression embarrassed. She quickly changed the subject, "The phone rang."

Sure enough, they managed to fool them.

Yan Niannian grabbed her phone and glanced at it, immediately frowning.

It is Zhuo Yuchen.

What is he going to do?

"Is something wrong?"

This impatience caused Yan Niannian's tone to become noticeably lower when she answered the phone.

But when it reached Zhuo Yuchen's ears, he imagined it as anger and dissatisfaction at being interrupted.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Now, Zhuo Yuchen was even more annoyed.

"Yan Niannian, you're really something." Zhuo Yuchen gritted his teeth.

She neglects her own son, yet she's having an affair with a man here. Is this how a mother acts?

"..."

Yan Niannian was completely bewildered by the sudden attack.

So impulsive?

She just wanted to stay far away from him, and after leaving the hospital, she didn't provoke him at all!

"Zhuo Yuchen, are you on fire?"

"Yan Niannian, why didn't you answer Xu Fei's call?"

After a slight pause, Yan Niannian understood.

Xu Fei had called her twice before, but she hung up on both calls.

She didn't want to answer.

There's no need for that.

Presumably, Xu Fei felt wronged, and Zhuo Yuchen came to question him to stand up for her.

Thinking about this, Yan Niannian couldn't help but laugh.

Her tone was cold. "Mr. Zhuo, he's just an ex-husband. What right do you have to come and question me?"

"Don't you find it funny?"

"If you want to protect your current partner, that's your own business. Don't come here looking for attention."

Ex-husband? Current partner?

Zhuo Yuchen felt a sudden, sharp throbbing in his temple.

My chest feels even tighter.

"Yan Niannian, I don't want to argue with you, but Xuanxuan has a fever and is calling for you. You have to go back and see him!"

His voice had an inexplicable low and hoarse quality.

Yan Niannian got up and walked to the window to enjoy the breeze.

My gaze drifted outwards and I saw Zhuo Yuchen leaning against the front of the car.

Facing each other from a distance.

However, the distance was too great for her to see his face clearly.

Thinking of something, Yan Niannian said softly, "Zhuo Yuchen, I've called you like this several times before."

"This is my first time being a mother. Zhuoxuan was difficult to take care of when he was little and was always sick. I felt helpless. Even though we had a family doctor, I didn't know what to do."

"I called you crying, begging you to come back."

"But how did you do it?"

Memories of the past come flooding back.

Those cold, indifferent words still seem to echo in my ears.

Those unbearable, helpless, and sad feelings are like old wounds that have healed, but when triggered on a cloudy or rainy day, they can still cause waves of bitterness.

Yan Niannian paused for a moment.

The sudden silence felt like a giant hand had suddenly gripped Zhuo Yuchen's heart.

The fingertips gripping the phone tightened unconsciously.

After sniffing hard, Yan Niannian was able to continue.

"You can't even take care of yourself, how come you can't even take care of your child? What kind of mother are you?"

"I……"

“I think you’re right, so right now, I just want to take good care of myself.”

Zhuo Yuchen's pupils dilated.

His breathing became erratic. "You...you really have amnesia?"