This simple sentence was like the warm sun in spring, warming and intensely shining into Jiang Yuzhu's heart, melting away all her defenses.
In that moment, the air in the tea room seemed to solidify. Jiang Yuzhu's heartbeat accelerated under Lin Ruoyun's gentle words.
Every beat seemed to tell of the fluctuations and conflicts in her heart.
Her eyes flickered with a complex light, that of surprise, emotion, and a hint of deeply hidden fear.
Fear that all this beauty was just a dream, fear that she didn't deserve such happiness.
Jiang Yuzhu took a deep breath. Her gaze drifted between the expectant looks from Lin Ruoyun and Pei Tianxiong, finally settling on Lin Ruoyun's warm and firm eyes.
At that moment, she felt as if she was looking through a window of the soul, beyond which lay endless warmth and acceptance.
Her lips trembled slightly, her emotions surged like a tide, and finally gathered into a voice, "Mom."
