"The life of the cloud is bitter."

After listening to his father's words, Shen Cunmao felt that his mouth was full of bitterness.

"Yes, miserable children."

Shen Mingqing raised his hand slowly again and put it on the screen of the monitor, carefully groping for his granddaughter's face.

Grabbing the bamboo tube and staring at Shen Yun at the end of the corridor, I didn't know Grandpa's hand was stroking her face across the screen.

Of course, I can't hear Grandpa and Uncle murmuring about how bitter her fate is.

Shen Cunmao slapped his lower lip hard and said in a low voice, "I particularly hope now that there really...