Hearing those words, Erika lowered her eyes.
She did not answer Merry quickly, but rubbed the teacup lightly, and then wisely asked, "Merry, do you really want me to come back?"
Merry frowned, her eyes glanced and smiled at Chris.
Even though the little girl had a simple mind, she saw things more thoroughly than Samuel.
She held her mother's cheek gently, and comforted her. "Mom, don't worry about whether I want you or not. I'm saying that I support all of your decisions. I'm not joking at all. If you really don't want to come back, then… Can I come here more often? As long as I can contact you and meet you when I miss you, for me, that'll be more than enough."
Erika's breath was slightly choked, and she raised her head to look at Merry who was watching her sincerely. A warm current crossed her heart.
Merry was wiser than she thought.
