"I will love Mommy very much too."
"Good Xinxin, you really are Mommy's little padded jacket!"
The mother and daughter embraced each other and wept.
The room was filled with warmth.
Meanwhile, in the study of the Lu Family's villa.
In the silent room, Lu Jincheng was standing motionless in front of the book wall.
At the most prominent position on the book wall, a lively photo of Ji Yao was placed there.
Her every frown and smile were so lifelike, vibrant as if she were real.
Lu Jincheng stared at her for a long time before finally sighing and speaking, "Ji Yao, it's been years, are you doing well? Where are you now..."
Over all these years, Lu Jincheng had never forgotten Ji Yao.
Many a night he would wake from dreams, memories of Ji Yao flooding back to him.
Words may deceive, but the heart and the body do not.
He trembled as he reached out to touch the photo, his eyes full of reminiscence.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not make the same choice.
