Chapter 1394

When it was dark, it started to drizzle outside. The aroma of the kitchen wafted through the air. Gladyce and Madam Pang helped her set up the bowls and chopsticks. "Sir is back." It was the butler's voice. "Yes." There was a deep male voice. Gladyce raised her head and saw Mr. Cen enter. Mrs. Cen immediately welcomed them with a smile. "You're back." Mr. Cen reached out and held her in her arms. She lowered her head and pecked on her lips. "Are you all right today?" "Clang, clang, clang." Mrs. Cen smiled. "I'm fine... By the way, Gladyce is here. She wants to stay at our house for a while." "Oh." Only then did Mr. Cen see Gladyce. She smiled warmly, which was rare for her. "I'm here... Take this as my home. Don't be so reserved." "Yes, uncle." Gladyce nodded with a smile. It wasn't that she was polite, but rather, she felt that Mr. and Mrs. Pang were too easygoing and easy to get along with, so she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The relationship between the two of them was really good. He was envious. She wondered if she and Simon would love each other so much in the future. It was said that they were a couple who had gone through thick and thin. Their relationship must be able to withstand the test. Gladyce pursed her lips. Was there really nothing wrong with someone like her, whose memory was incomplete? Mr. Cen went to wash her hands. The three of them sat around the table, chatting and laughing as they ate dinner. ... In the evening, Gladyce was about to take a shower. Mrs. Cen came in and brought her clean pajamas. "Well, I prepared this. Do you like it or not?" Gladyce took a look and saw that it was a pink princess dress and pajamas with laces... This was indeed not Gladyce's style. In fact, she was the kind of person who was more heroic. "Sigh..." Mrs. Pang sighed. There was a hint of worry between her brows. "Ah, so many years have passed. I've been wondering if my child is a daughter. If she is a daughter, how can I raise her? I have never raised a daughter, and I don't know what she likes..." Seeing Madam Pang's reaction, Gladyce immediately took over her pajamas. "Auntie, this is very good. I like it very much." Mrs. Cen was really happy. "Really? Do you really like it?" "Yes." Gladyce nodded. "She's just like a little princess... Every girl has a dream of being a princess." "Mm." Mrs. Cen nodded repeatedly. "I think so too. My daughter... I'll definitely raise her as a princess." At that moment, Gladyce suddenly felt that Mrs. Cen hadn't known that the child might still be alive all these years. Perhaps it was also a good thing. If she knew that the child was still alive, but she couldn't find it... then it would really be torture. It was hard to predict a person's fate. "It's done." Mrs. Cen patted Gladyce's hand. "Take a shower and go to bed early. Tomorrow... I'll take you to buy whatever you like." "...Yes." Gladyce smiled and nodded. Gladyce took a shower and lay down on the bed. Perhaps it was in a different place. Gladyce, who rarely dreamed, actually kept dreaming. She always felt that she was not sleeping well. Moreover, it was different from what she had dreamed about in the past. This time, she dreamed about her childhood... In fact, Gladyce didn't remember what she looked like when she was a child. However, when she saw a little girl in her dream, she felt that she was... herself. Gladyce walked over to the little girl, squatted in front of her, and said to her with a smile, "Are you Gladyce?" Gladyce sat on the wooden horse, her hair still curly. "Yes." Gladyce nodded. "I'm Gladyce. Sister, who are you?" "I..." Gladyce was about to speak. Unexpectedly, someone ran over with great strength and knocked Gladyce away from the wooden horse. Gladyce was stunned at first, then she pouted and burst into tears. "Woo, woo, woo..." The little fellow cried pitifully. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Little wooden horse, my little wooden horse!" The person who had bumped into her ignored her and ran away while dragging her horse! "Hey!" Gladyce naturally wanted to help Gladyce. She stepped forward and tried to stop them, but in her dream, those who bullied Gladyce went straight through her and ran away! Gladyce was helpless and could only watch herself crying. "Woo woo..." "Gladyce, Gladyce?" Mrs. Cen was wearing pajamas and sitting by the bed. She got up to prepare supper for her husband, but when she passed by Gladyce's room, she heard her crying! It was obvious that she had suffered a lot. "Gladyce, wake up. Did you have a nightmare?" Mr. Cen hadn't fallen asleep yet. When she heard the noise, she rushed over from the study. "What's... wrong?" Mrs. Cen frowned and was very worried. "I'm having a nightmare! Gladyce, Gladyce... wake up." All of a sudden, Gladyce opened her eyes, but she was still unconscious. Her eyes wandered as she grabbed onto Mrs. Cen's arm. "Little wooden horse, my little wooden horse... they snatched my little wooden horse! My little wooden horse!" "Ah?" Mrs. Cen was shocked. She couldn't understand what she meant, so she knew what it meant. Mrs. Cen anxiously looked at her husband. "Little horse!" "Ah?" Mr. Cen was also stunned. "Little wooden horse?" He nodded abruptly and said, "Oh, there is! They are from home! I'll go and find them!" He quickly turned around and went to the warehouse to find the wooden horse. The wooden horses of his sons were all put away now. His wife was a housekeeper, so she must have not thrown them away. Over on the other side, Mrs. Cen wrapped her arms around Gladyce and comforted her gently. "Don't cry, Gladyce... I'm going to get a wooden horse. I'll be back soon." Gladyce leaned into Mrs. Pang's embrace and cried bitterly. "Sob sob, they snatched my horse... That's mine!" "That's right, that's right. They're not good! They're Gladyce'er's. How can we snatch them away?" It didn't take long for Mr. Cen to return. She was carrying a wooden horse and a wet rag. "It's coming! The merry-go-round is coming!" Mr. Cen placed the merry-go-round in front of Gladyce. "Look, Gladyce... Gladyce, the merry-go-round is here. I didn't take it away from you. Stop crying." Gladyce raised her head and looked at the wooden horse in front of her. The wooden horse was a little old, and its wood was glowing with the luster of the passage of time... Slowly, she woke up. "What's wrong with me?" Gladyce thought of that dream. She had been robbed of her horse in that dream. In an instant, her cheeks turned red and she looked up in embarrassment. "Auntie, uncle..." Mr. Cen wiped the wooden horse seriously. "I haven't taken it out for a long time... It's all ash. I'll clean it for you." Gladyce's eyes reddened and tears began to fall again. "Uncle, thank you..." "Alas..." Knowing that she had woken up from her nightmare, Mrs. Cen hugged her gently. "It's good, it's good... I was really scared just now." "Auntie." Gladyce couldn't hold back her tears. "You and your uncle are so nice." "Silly child... don't cry anymore." Gladyce nodded. "Yes." ... If, if only, if they were her parents, how wonderful it would be.