"Yes, I am Brother Ning."
He answered in a hoarse voice and looked up.
"Mom, Brother Ning kowtowed to you. I've always thought that you were gone. It's been so many years, but I haven't been able to be filial in front of you…"
A head kowtowed heavily. Sorrow and joy engulfed him at this moment.
"Don't kowtow, don't kowtow. Get up, quickly stand up. Let Mommy touch you properly…Brother Ning, my Brother Ning…You've grown up. You're taller than your mother and stronger than your father…Brother Ning…My Brother Ning, Mommy can finally touch you again…"
The woman helped the kowtowing child up and measured him with her hands. She touched him bit by bit and compared it with the impression in her memories. Tears fell like spring rain.
In this world, the greatest misfortune was to have a son who wanted to raise but his parents were not around. This had always been Jin Changning's greatest hatred. He really, really did not expect that his mother was still alive and well…
