After Yan Ye left the house, Lian Xinying got out of bed.
But upon rising, she just sat idly by, watching her son play with unbridled enthusiasm.
Her heart was filled with trepidation, and she felt restless.
She didn't know what kind of twists and turns her life would take next.
When Yan Ye returned, Lian Xinying immediately went over to him.
"This is the address where your mother is, I've been there once; it's very quick by helicopter." Yan Ye showed the piece of paper to Lian Xinying.
Clasping the note, Lian Xinying's fingers trembled slightly.
"I really want to go with you," Lian Xinying was unfamiliar with the place.
"Yingying, wait at home for my message. Once the helicopter arrives, I'll set off," Yan Ye clasped her small hand, his tone gentle, "Look how happy our son is, you should be carefree just like him."
Lian Xinying almost reflexively blurted out, "He's a little dummy, but I'm not..."
