Along the way was an expanse of snow, with Ning Hanying walking in front, and Zhou Yinghuai following behind at a not-too-close, yet not-too-distant range.
Mother and son looked at each other in silence for a while until Ning Hanying stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhou Yinghuai.
"I'll stop here, the car is at the doorstep, I can get on by myself."
Ning Hanying paused, her expression serious as she gazed at Zhou Yinghuai, "Yinghuai, Jiang Tan is a very good girl, you must treat her well."
Zhou Yinghuai was at first startled, then laughed helplessly, "Why would you think that I wouldn't treat her well?"
"Your father's matter, I'm afraid it has left a thorn in your heart." Ning Hanying referred to herself and then suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps because I used to have a thorn in my heart."
For a moment, Zhou Yinghuai didn't know what to say, "I thought you truly didn't mind at all."
