The Wei family lived in the oldest communal housing, where each unit consisted of one room and one living room, partitioned by a small room and shared a common water pipe and toilet.
As soon as the door opened, Tang Yuxin heard someone inside calling for mom. Then, a small figure came barreling over to hug Sang Zhilan's legs.
"Mom, where did you go? Why are you back so late? Dad's food isn't good. I want mommy's food."
The little girl was soft, adorable, and tender like a sprout. How could any mother not love her?
"Nini, look your mom's back."
Sang Zhilan hugged her daughter. Even though her daughter had grown, she still felt small in her mother's heart, just like she was when she was first born. No matter how big she got, her mother could still lift her, could still carry her.
