In his entire life, Zhou Jin'an had never been so devoted to a person.
For a man as outstanding as he, winning a woman's affection was the easiest thing in the world.
But the appearance of Qiao En shattered his established rules, he wanted to share life and death with this person.
In the middle of the night, Auntie Jiang woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Qiao En lying beside her bed, sound asleep.
The regained kinship stirred a sour sensation in her heart.
She slowly reached out her hand to rest on Qiao En's head, her withered fingers gently stroking her hair.
Just then, Qiao En suddenly awoke.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
The unshed tears in Auntie Jiang's eyes, hurriedly apologizing.
Qiao En clasped Auntie Jiang's hand, "Mom, you didn't."
This "Mom" didn't sound awkward; after twenty-five years, it had become exceptionally significant.
"Mom, can you hug me?"
"Okay."
