"Brother Luo Yan, this is for you."
After dinner, Luo Yan went to the Xia residence, and Xia An'an gave him a drawing.
It was a doodle.
It was drawn very simply.
It depicted a person wielding a sword and driving away two villains.
Beside them was a vehicle with three children cheering excitedly.
One of the children had two braids, with a bow drawn in red crayon.
Obviously, that was Xia An'an.
"Do you like it?" Xia An'an asked expectantly.
Luo Yan carefully folded the paper and put it into his breast pocket. "I like it very much."
Xia An'an immediately smiled happily.
Only then did Luo Yan notice that her bedroom walls were covered with all kinds of drawings.
"An'an likes drawing?"
Luo Yan asked casually.
Xia An'an nodded. She climbed onto the bed and took one of the drawings for Luo Yan to see.
"This is me, this is Daddy, and this is Mommy."
She pointed at the doodles on the paper.
The drawing showed two adults and a child.
The background was a two-story house, with a large tree growing beside it.
The three little figures in the drawing all had round faces. The family of three looked perfectly happy together.
Luo Yan glanced at Xia Jie in the living room.
The drawing showed a family of three.
But in reality, there were only Xia Jie and Xia An'an.
There was no need to ask where the mother had gone. Luo Yan could more or less guess.
Xia An'an reached out with her small hand and stroked the woman drawn on the paper.
"When the disaster came, our house collapsed."
"At that time, only Mommy and I were at home."
"Mommy held me very tightly and told me that Daddy would definitely come to save us."