"Yun Ya, do you have any siblings?" An Ying asked.
"No." Yun Ya replied.
An Ying sighed disappointedly: "If only we had siblings, Yueyue, do you remember our promise when we were young? If we each had a boy and a girl, they would be betrothed. It's a pity though; I ended up having a bratty son."
Zhuang Xiyue laughed: "It was just a joke when we were young, not to be taken seriously." In fact, it was An Ying who always pushed for it; she herself never agreed. Later, An Ying did have a daughter, but by then Yan Nanmo was preparing to move to Jiangzhou, and An Ying wanted to betroth her daughter to Ah Song. She wasn't foolish enough to arrange a child's marriage, but when the child was two, the nanny took her out for a walk, and she was abducted by human traffickers. They haven't found her all these years.
Sure enough, An Ying said with some sadness: "If only my Nuannuan were still here...." She looked at Yun Ya and sighed: "She'd be about this age by now, too."
