"You're out of seclusion."
Su Wanqiu looked at the person in front of her. It had been a hundred years, day and night, thinking of him, tears would flow uncontrollably in the deep night.
Now Chen Xuan had finally come out of seclusion.
Putting Chenchen down from his arms, Chen Xuan walked over step by step to embrace her, "I'm out of seclusion now, I'll be careful in the future."
Su Wanqiu rested her head on his shoulder without making a sound, but Chen Xuan's shoulder was wet.
He gently patted her back, softly comforting her, "Alright, I'll spend more time with you all in the future."
"Ah... I get it, you're the ancestor."
Chenchen's little head finally figured it out and shouted loudly.
"Whose child is she?"
Chen Xuan lifted Su Wanqiu up with both hands, wiping her tear-streaked face, and asked.
At this point, Su Wanqiu finally came around, holding Chenchen's little hand, "She's from Chen An's family. You are now the ancestor."
"An'Er!"
