An An called out "Mom" several times in a row; her voice was so sweet that, ever since she was little, no one knew how many people she'd charmed in a second.
Right now, her voice was so sweet that even Feng Zhihe felt her heart blossom with joy.
"Good girl, my good child, Mommy's good girl."
Everyone watched the two of them, laughing and crying as they hugged each other, finally setting down the heavy stone in their hearts.
That heavy stone had weighed on their hearts for more than twenty years.
Now, at last, it was put down.
Lu Zifeng was very happy; this time, Zhihe's illness was truly cured.
The corners of Lu Mingfei's lips had been lifted this whole time; his mom's illness was better, and she'd accepted An An—this was the best ending.
Zhuo Junyue held Su Ningyan's shoulder; at last, this concern in his heart could be laid to rest.
This matter had weighed on their hearts for many years too. Seeing how happy An An was now, everything was worth it.
