An air of antiquity.
Gong Muxue's room was reminiscent of an ancient lady's chamber, exuding an olden charm and warmth. It was evident that Grandpa Gong put a lot of thought into the arrangement.
Mu Lin carried Gong Muxue back into the room, placing her on the bed. Muxue clung to her clothes tightly. Mu Lin felt somewhat helpless, but more than that, she felt a peculiar pain in her heart.
It seemed that one day, she too would understand what it meant to feel heartache.
To feel heartache for her own mother; it was a feeling indescribable.
She gently patted her mother's back in an attempt to soothe her, her words tender, "Don't worry. I won't leave. I'll never leave you again." As she spoke, she managed to gently prise Muxue's hand from her clothes.
Perhaps due to her calm demeanor, Mu Lin was able to pull her hand away from her clothes with ease this time.
Grandpa Gong looked at Mu Lin in surprise, he did not expect her to exhibit such patience towards Gong Muxue.
