Her pale cheeks turned rosy, her entire being radiated with energy, as if she had returned to her usual self.
Yi Haoyu's large eyes curved into crescents, "Mother, you look so beautiful."
Xiao Yimo chuckled softly and reached out, struggling to hold the little one onto herself.
She tapped his nose, "So young, yet so adept at pleasing girls; much better than your father when he was young. I don't have to worry about you finding a wife in the future."
"Qingqing doesn't want to find a wife; I want to stay with mother forever." Yi Haoyu said earnestly looking at her.
"You silly child." Xiao Yimo kissed his little face.
"Mother can't be with you for all your life; you have to learn to grow up on your own."
"But Qingqing wants to stay with you." Yi Haoyu's small body snuggled into her embrace.
Xiao Yimo's eyes instantly reddened.
Qingqing, I'm sorry. Mother cannot stay with you, cannot watch you grow up.
Mother cannot be a part of every stage of your life moving forward.
