Ling Ruonan had always thought that Luo Ziling hated her and wouldn't forgive her easily.
In fact, she was also afraid to meet him. She worried that upon seeing each other, Luo Ziling would ignore her, turn around and leave, or lash out at her in anger, reproaching her for being an incompetent mother and making him suffer for so many years. If that were to happen, she wouldn't be able to bear the pain.
Now she knew that he didn't hate her, and that she had always been his pride.
Knowing this, how could she control her emotions?
Over the past years, she had been very strong. Even those as close to her as Wuyue had never seen her weak or crying. In everyone's eyes, she was a powerful woman, an iron lady—decisive and efficient in her actions. Many people were afraid of her.
But Luo Ziling was the softest spot in her heart, and the mere touch of it would bring her to tears.
