The result.
Turning his head, he saw Lee Ningning in a light yellow long dress, her face beaming with a sweet smile, holding a baby and coming to the square.
Recalling the last conversation that was interrupted.
Lin Xian approached her again and greeted her:
"Hi."
He smiled:
"Such a cute baby, looks a lot like you."
There was no barrier between the two, and they soon started chatting.
This time, the topic did not turn towards Yan Qiaoqiao, the village chief, nor Lin Xian's daughter, so they naturally had a pleasant conversation, and Lee Ningning did not run away mid-way.
"I want to ask you a question."
Lin Xian looked at the cute sleeping face of the baby, then raised his head to look at Lee Ningning:
"This era can be said to be the best of times, where you live a very happy life; a fulfilling life, and now have a sweet little sister, carefree."
"[Now… do you believe in fate?]"
This question.
Lin Xian had asked Lee Ningning twice before.
