In the moment she held her daughter's soft body, Shen Mingzhu's anxiety, self-blame, and worries gathered throughout the day dissipated, as though the weather had cleared up after the clouds had been swept away.
Although she loved her daughter, she also harbored various expectations and demands for her.
She wanted her daughter to be obedient and not mischievous and to grow up according to her own ideas.
But her daughter's love for her mother was so pure, a dependent love without any impurities.
"Guoguo, thank you for not being mad at Mommy."
Even though she might not understand the emotions and insights of adults, when she saw her mother crying, she would unconsciously reach for a little handkerchief by her chest to help wipe her mother's tears.
Just like how Daddy, Mommy, and Brother would wipe away her tears.
And in her childlike voice, she would coax, "Mommy, don't cry."
"Mommy, don't worry, Guoguo is still small, we'll teach her together slowly."
