Wei Anning's heart clenched when he said "she hates me" with such a calm demeanor it was heart-wrenching. She couldn't fathom why a mother would despise her own son so much.
She stopped, feeling the pain in her heart nearly overflowing. She squatted beside his legs, grabbed his warm and dry hands with both of hers, and looked up at him, words slipping out without a thought, "It doesn't matter, from now on, I will love you, we don't need her love."
Leng Youchen was caught off guard and moved by her three times today, each more shocking than the last. He raised his hand, gently cupping her delicate face, his fingertips slowly caressing her smooth, creamy skin.
His throat felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, his heart sour and soft as he gazed at her with deep emotion.
He thought that God brought him to this world to suffer, but it wasn't true; it was so that after all the hardships, he could meet her.
