Moh Yanchen was like a child who had lost his favor, longing for the feeling of motherly love in her arms.
"Mom."
Shen Chengjing lowered her head and examined the tired look on his handsome face. Her fingertips gently caressed his outline. At that moment, she realized that he did not seem as strong as he usually looked.
A person pretending to be strong to hide his own weakness.
"Pa." At this moment, a small photo album fell from his side.
She reached out to open it and saw that it contained photos of him when he was young. Beside him was a youthful woman wearing a white cheongsam. She had a smile on her face and deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks, making her look very sweet.
