[Hahahaha, how does that not count as being gone? Just not gone in that sense, hahahaha...]
Jiang Nuan could not stop laughing in her thoughts.
After hearing about his embarrassing childhood antics, Xia Gaoyang stood in the hall with the urge to burrow underground.
[Later, after Xia Gaoyang settled in Jiangnan, he initially had trouble adjusting to the local climate and water. He came down with a high fever that burned away all his memories.
His adoptive parents felt that since his parents were already gone, they should not bring it up and make him grieve again. They simply let him grow up happily.
His adoptive parents really treated him well. The fact that he never once suspected he might not be their biological child all these years says it all.]
Guagua felt that Xia Gaoyang's adoptive parents truly were good people. Many people did not necessarily treat their own biological children as well as they treated Xia Gaoyang.
Xia Gaoyang nodded inwardly in agreement. His adoptive parents truly treated him well, and memories from before the age of three would have faded with time anyway.
Never mind before he was three—he could barely remember anything from before he was seven. All he remembered was how good his parents were to him.
So, as he looked at Xia Quanqiao now, his feelings were terribly complicated.
Xia Quanqiao's feelings were equally complicated. Learning that his youngest son had lived well all these years filled him with genuine relief.
But that meant the difficulty of reclaiming him as his son had risen immeasurably.
Still, his son's happiness mattered more than whether he could reclaim him.
After finishing Xia Gaoyang's gossip, Jiang Nuan looked at the next person. She soon singled someone out, for a simple reason: his face bore some resemblance to