Chapter 3275: It's better to look back unconsciously after breaking up

Eno, when a little child comes running behind him.

Looking at the child, Eno's heart lifted up.

I saw the child running straight past her, a very lovely English child, about seven or eight years old, and then fell into the arms of a woman.

"It's raining, let's go home!"

"OK!"

Eno felt an indescribable sense of loss as he watched them walk back together.

It seems that Mommy is calling her.

She hasn't been a mommy, and she doesn't know where this sense of loss comes from.

It seems that she has been made a little too pretentious...