"Xinxin has always missed Mommy so much, dreaming of living with Mommy. It's wonderful, she can finally see Mommy soon."
Ji Jiaxin's lips were quivering, and her voice carried a choked tremble.
In reality, no matter how well-behaved and sensible she was, she was still just a child.
Which child doesn't yearn for their mother? The casual ease she showed before was just Ji Jiaxin's facade; in truth, she missed Ji Yao terribly.
She was raised by Ji Yao's own hands, and the two relied on each other abroad.
No one else, no matter how good, could replace Ji Yao's position in Ji Jiaxin's heart.
She thought her mother's call was just a token of concern, which would quickly fade away. She didn't expect to be able to meet and return home with her mother.
Now, she no longer masked her longing, pouring it all out.
"Mommy, Xinxin misses you so much, really really misses you. When are you going to come pick me up?"
The last sentence, said so cautiously, struck a chord of pain in Ji Yao.
