Ah Chen was still sitting in Jiang Yishi's car, but now Jiang Xiang was in the passenger seat.
Hearing her conversation with Jiang Zhengjun and his wife, Jiang Xiang turned back with a bit of confusion and met Ah Chen's eyes.
Jiang Yishi, who was driving, also had many doubts. This little girl seemed to be explaining her last wishes, leaving him puzzled. He had a ludicrous thought in his mind, and because it was so absurd, he immediately dismissed it and dared not think in that direction.
"Yingying, do you really still want to choose us as your mom and dad?" Dou Jia whispered in Ah Chen's ear, her voice so soft only Ah Chen could hear it, even Jiang Zhengjun on the other side could barely make it out.
Dou Jia lowered her head, holding her daughter's increasingly cold and even stiffening hand, unable to control her tears from falling.
"Yes." Ah Chen replied with a sound, "I do."
