Having not seen Xiao Luo for almost a year, Hua Heying couldn't stop gazing lovingly at her son from head to toe. As usual, she was always concerned about his well-being, and she said, "Son, you've become thinner. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Hurry, come in and have some warm food, I've saved it for you."
Xiao Luo smiled as he looked at his mother. Compared to only a year ago, she had gotten a lot older, with more freckles on her face. This was the very woman who had raised him, and he still remembered his impression of her as a child, he always thought she was as pretty as a flower. Even now, he still felt that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Why are your clothes wet?"
Hua Heying touched Xiao Luo's clothes, then shot Xiao Zhiyuan a glare, expecting an answer.
