Outside the room, Bai Yu's mother covered her mouth as her tears fell like rain. She had been feeding her daughter for the past seven years. During those seven years, if she did not feed her daughter, her daughter would not take the initiative to eat and would rather starve. She was naturally moved when she saw her daughter eating on her own. For a moment, she wondered if Song Ning knew magic.
While Bai Yu was eating, Song Ning said with a smile, "It seems like your mother's food suits your appetite. It's a kind of enjoyment watching you eat. My son is like you and eats very well. Such people are usually blessed."
After swallowing the food in her mouth, Bai Yu said, "Your son is lucky to have you as a mother. You're different."
Song Ning smiled. "All mothers are the same. They love their children with their lives. Your mother told me that she would give you her legs if it would help. She would even give her life for you…"
