For several days in a row, when Zhu Qianying came home from work, a hot meal was waiting for her, and the father and son were getting along more in sync. When she came home, one would take her bag, and the other would always bring her slippers. One handed her a cup of water, while the other would give her a back rub.
In just a few days, Zhu Qianying was under the illusion that it was her, the little boy, and Young Master Yan who were supposed to be like this: a harmonious and loving family of three.
But the reality was not!
Every night before she went to bed, she had to mentally repeat these words multiple times to refrain herself from thinking about the distant future.
Once, her future was filled with thoughts of Young Master Yan, but she finally expelled him from her plans.
She never planned to include him again.
Her future, with her son, her mother, and her sister, was enough.
She was not unaware that her outlook toward emotions was pessimistic.
