Lin Jinfang gazed at Liao Yun's excited expression and couldn't help but feel a tinge of melancholy. Since his mother's death, Liao Yun was the only one who showed such care for him.
He reached out and gently patted Liao Yun's hand, saying, "I'm back now, and I'm not leaving again."
Liao Yun, facing Lin Jinfang standing in front of her, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. The still-green child of those years had now grown into an adult. Qiaoqiao had sent him abroad out of stern love, hoping he would grow into a person of responsibility and integrity. If she could see Lin Jinfang now, she would certainly be incredibly heartened.
She pulled Lin Jinfang further inside, complaining, "You could have at least let me know you were coming, I wasn't able to prepare everything!" Lin Jinfang, walking beside her, patiently listened to Liao Yun's complaints, a hint of a smile on his lips.
