Little Junjun walked over and slowly threw himself into his mother's embrace.
This embrace carried a strong scent of perfume, an indescribable smell. It wasn't as comforting as Mommy Qianqian's, but it wasn't unbearable either. He could tolerate it—and he was willing to get close to his biological mother for a moment.
Although he felt awkward, wasn't it mainly because he hadn't spent time with his mother before? Was that why he felt this way?
Over time, he should grow to love his mother even more than Qianqian Mommy.
Bravely, Little Junjun took this step, just like when he was learning to walk as a toddler—it always takes that first try.
However, the little boy had an idealized vision of everything ahead. He was now a child who had the love of his biological mother!
He was looking forward to it, looking forward so much…
Watching Junjun's silhouette grow farther and farther away, Shen Hanqian's heart twisted with pain—pain like she had never felt before.
