Upstairs, Tang Jun was gently wiping his mother's face, hands, and any exposed skin at the moment. He knew how much his mother loved cleanliness.
So gentle, so detailed. One would never guess from his appearance. Every weekend, these tedious chores were all done by Tang Jun himself. The first thing he did after breakfast each day was to come to this room, talk with her, and help her wash her face.
"Junjun." Tang Qishan called from behind Tang Jun. When Tang Jun turned his head and saw Mu Lin, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. He quickly stood up.
"Mu Lin." He did not expect her to actually come. Completely ignoring Tang Qishan standing next to Mu Lin, who was the one calling him. Tang Qishan smiled in resignation.
Forget it.
Tang Jun gazed at Mu Lin.
Previous "I know" seems to be her agreement. This thought had been bothering him for days. These days, he could not concentrate on his classes and his mind was always preoccupied with this issue.
It's... amazing!
