Nanny served Song Ci a cup of Lotus Seed Longan Tea and asked, "Are you still angry?"
"It's not that I want to be angry, but look at what he's done. Even having such a thought is a sin, how could he even think of it? Let's not talk about what the Bai family did; she's already dead, and those two children are not even two years old yet. Lingyi is even more foolish. If they're sent away, it would be like waiting for death, wouldn't it?"
Nanny said, "You are kind-hearted, but in this capital, there are indeed children like this who are sent away. Some children are not welcomed, or their Birthdate conflicts, so they're sent to temples or their old homes for foster care."
Song Ci gave a bitter smile and said, "I know, but when it happens around you, it feels quite pitiful. Don't say that someone is taking care of them—is that the same as being with their parents?"
It is naturally not the same.
Nanny remained silent, letting her vent.
