Lin Jiao knew why she broke down.
She bent down and leaned into Lan Ying's arms affectionately. It took her a long time to stop her mother from self-balming.
"Jiaojiao, it's okay." Lan Ying stopped crying and patted her back. "You'll meet someone better in the future."
"I know."
She still believed in love.
Just like… believing that the sun would always rise after sunset, even if she was in darkness, she would not reject the light.
"Knock, knock—"
"Sister." Xue Jing, who had returned from eating ice cream, asked softly, "Can I come in?"
"Sure." Lin Jiao stood up.
She watched as he pounced on her with his short legs and subconsciously reached out to hug him.
Xue Jing placed a hand on the back of her neck and leaned over to look at the bed. "Mom, does your head still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"So when are we going home?"
