Just now, one's own heart still harbored some suspicion that this child was touching my thigh because he wanted to take advantage of me.
Looking at it now, it seems that it's my own adult mind that's too filthy.
He is just an 18-year-old child after all, how could he think about those strange and weird things?
It's only a middle-aged woman like myself whose heart could be so filthy.
"Xiao Yan, let me make you some food,"
Han Xueying looked at Li Zhiyan and felt a surge of warmth in her heart, in her moment of despair, this young man truly brought warmth to her.
"If it wasn't for you suddenly coming to look for me, I really wouldn't have known what to do."
Looking at the photo of her late husband, Han Xueying's heart was very complicated.
If he hadn't fallen ill and passed away, I wouldn't be so fragile now.
"I don't know how to thank you."
At this moment, Li Zhiyan could truly feel Han Xueying's pain.
"No, Aunt Han, my mom will come back to cook for me tonight,"
