Xia Meng'er is the person in the world who knows best how much Xia Pan'er wants to marry Tang Junhao. Although the memory of her eight-year-old age is also deeply fixed in her heart, as long as her sister is happy, she will be happy!

Xia Paner's tears began to cover her eyelashes again: "Sister, see you at St. Mary's Church soon!"

"Okay, I'll be here right away!" Xia Meng'er replied happily.

"Meng'er also came to witness our wedding ceremony?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a trace of uneasiness fleeting, and suddenly he remembered that they were not the only ones in the world of childhood, there was another Wen Wenrou among them.

Soft little girl.

In my memory, that docile and kind-hearted girl had a pair of big blinking eyes, and she always quietly stuffed the most delicious and fun things into his arms when no one was paying attention.

He even almost drowned in the river once because it was his first time swimming in the water, and he didn't know that the seemingly shallow river contained invisible undercurrents.

When he forgot what he was doing, he actually stepped into the whirlpool of the undercurrent, and the turbid river water quickly submerged his neck, then the base of his ears and the top of his head.

It was Xia Menger, that weak girl, who saved his life. As a young boy, he had always been grateful to her.

This kind of gratitude has not faded in Tang Junhao's heart because of time, but has taken on a strange color with hatred, and he must freeze it in the deepest corner of his heart.

"Shouldn't she? Don't forget, she is my only relative!" Xia Pan'er met his gaze hotly.

His chest suddenly felt like someone had stabbed him with a knife, and there was a hint of pain. There was a suffocating feeling in his heart, and his blood seemed to solidify in an instant.
Chapter completed!