Luo yanxiao looked at Liu Ningning deeply. He was worried that Liu Ningning would think that he was naggy.
Liu Ningning shook her head."No, I know you care about me. You remind me of my parents."
Although she still had a younger brother and sister at home, her parents still cared about her.
Before she came to school, her parents had also told her a lot.
The night before she came to University, her mother had a long conversation with her.
At that time, the lights were on, and her mother was packing her luggage while talking a lot.
That night, she had slept with her mother and talked for a long time.
She was especially reluctant to part with her mother.
She thought of a poem,"a loving mother's hands hold the line, a Wandering Son puts on his clothes, closely sewn before leaving, afraid to return late."
At that time, her mother must have felt the same way as the poem.
Liu Ningning was a person who knew how to cherish warmth.
