Tang Qingxue picked up Niannian and only then realized the little one was burning with a high fever. Such a small child, stuck in this filthy ceramic jar, unfed, and without a fresh diaper. If she hadn't found her in time, this little life might have been lost.
Holding Niannian, Tang Qingxue burst into tears. Luckily, she arrived just in time and hurriedly carried Niannian to the hospital.
Tang Yan looked at herself in the mirror. Her white wedding dress appeared particularly bright and beautiful. After a careful check, she found no flaws displeasing to her. Yes, although Tang Qingxue had ruined her wedding last time, she had finally achieved her wish this time.
She pushed open the bedroom door and saw Yin Hun the Nineteenth standing at the doorway, looking at her expressionlessly.
