The next day, after Ye Junmo woke up, he looked at Shen Ruoxi and smiled as he reached out to hold her arm tight, even nuzzling his head against her in a coquettish manner.
After last night, Ye Junmo no longer harbored hostility towards Shen Ruoxi.
Several days of amicable coexistence later, Ye Junmo ran to her side with a smile blooming on his face, calling out in a tender, childlike voice, "Mom."
Shen Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, almost thinking she had heard wrong.
"Momo…" Tears uncontrollably shimmered in Shen Ruoxi's eyes. She bit her lower lip, forcibly holding back the tears.
Wasn't this what she had always hoped for, a good thing? Why cry?
Ye Junmo had finally let go of his grievances and truly started to think of her as his mother.
Shen Ruoxi cradled his face, smiling tenderly, "What is it?"
Ye Junmo looked down, fiddling with his fingers, seeming to have difficulty speaking.
