The car was halfway there when the rain stopped.
The thunderstorms in Nancheng come and go just like that, in bursts.
It's like the relationships between people—arriving with grandeur but departing silently in the end.
When she got home.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Little Nuonuo, who hadn't seen his mother all day, was extremely happy. Holding his toy, he charged toward her with his little short legs.
Mo Weiyi's mood melted instantly.
She bent down to hug her son, kissing his tender little cheeks several times, "Did baby miss mommy?"
"Missed!"
"Mommy missed you too!"
Holding his soft little body, Mo Weiyi couldn't help but think, what more could she ask for in life?
"So, was baby a good boy today?"
"Nuonuo was good." Little Nuonuo nodded emphatically, then held up the toy in his hand for her to see, showing it off like a treasure, "Mommy, look! Tractor! Daddy bought the tractor!"
Mo Weiyi was speechless, "Mommy sees it."
Do you really like this mediocre yellow tractor so much?
