"Xiaofeng, don't cry. Mommy is back now, isn't she? No more tears."
Nan Zhifeng comforted Xiaofeng, telling him not to cry, but her own tears kept flowing.
"Mommy won't cry either."
Xiaofeng sobbed while gently wiping away Nan Zhifeng's tears with his little hands.
It took a long while for the mother and son to calm their emotions, sitting on the carpet to chat.
"Xiaofeng has grown up, just like what Mommy imagined."
Nan Zhifeng tenderly looked at Xiaofeng, her gaze never leaving his face.
"Mommy also looks just like what Xiaofeng remembers, not a bit different," Xiaofeng said with a pout, asking aggrievedly, "But Mommy, why didn't you come to find Xiaofeng for so long?"
"Mommy missed Xiaofeng so much, but..."
As Nan Zhifeng spoke, she started to choke up again.
"It's okay, it's all in the past." Xiaofeng seemed to understand Nan Zhifeng's difficulties and even comforted her in return, "Aunt Su just said that Daddy has agreed to let us meet once a month from now on."
