"Xiaofan, are you sitting on that stone bench, lost in your memories again? Don't dwell on it so much. Xiaoyan and the others have been gone for many years. Even if you won't do it for yourself, you have to think about Xiaobao and Dabao." After dinner, a woman sat across from Zhou Fan at the stone table. The few white strands of hair at her temples showed she was no longer young. At that moment, she was looking at Zhou Fan with a worried expression.
"Xiao Qianqian? You're finally back? How did you get so old?" Looking at the woman before him, Zhou Fan froze for a moment, then grabbed her hand and asked excitedly.
Zhou Fan never expected that when he saw Chu Qianqian again, she would actually have white hair.
