"Okay, okay, I won't worry, I won't worry..." Mrs. Cheng sobbed as she lifted her wrinkled, aged hands and tenderly wiped away the tear stains on her daughter's face.
That's what she said, but how many mothers can truly stop worrying about their children?
Xia Ningxing and the others were also touched by the atmosphere, their eyes red and brimming with tears at this moment.
"On such a joyous day, what's everyone crying for? This is not proper!" Uncle Lin scolded as he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing him like this, everyone couldn't help but laugh despite themselves.
He was crying himself yet scolding others for crying!
It wasn't until the evening, after dinner, that Mrs. Xia reluctantly rode the tricycle to send her family members home.
When Mrs. Cheng arrived in the village and the villagers saw the large gold necklace around her neck, they were envious: "Auntie, where did you get that necklace?"
"My granddaughter gave it to me!"
