A long-lost memory suddenly resurfaced in Sherry's mind, leaving her stunned for a moment.
Recalling everything from her youth, she still felt a twinge of sadness in her heart.
Memories are certainly beautiful.
But she had spent the best years of her youth for a man, and the final result... was being utterly scarred.
While Sherry was lost in thought, Yancy Shaw had already crouched down, tied the balloon string to the little one's wrist, then picked him up before turning around to look at Sherry beside him.
"We should go inside."
Hearing his voice, Sherry snapped back to reality, glanced at him, and suddenly felt a bit puzzled in her heart.
He bought a balloon for her, tied the balloon... Could it be that he's recognized something?
Otherwise, how could things be such a coincidence?
Seeing her staring blankly at Yancy Shaw, the little one in Yancy's arms couldn't help but speak anxiously.
"Auntie Sherry, let's go quickly, or it'll be dark and we won't get to play!"
