"..."
"You're young now, many things that adults do, you can't completely understand. When you don't fully understand, don't define its nature, okay?"
"Got it, Mom."
Gu Jiajia raised her lips into a gentle smile, "Mom isn't sad because of Dad's situation. Because of Dad, I have you; you are my treasure."
"I want Mom to always be happy."
"For you, Mom will definitely always be happy." Gu Jiajia caressed Yijun's face, "Sleep now, tomorrow Mom will take you out to play."
"Okay, good night, Mom." After saying that, Yijun gave Gu Jiajia a peck on the cheek.
Soft lips on Gu Jiajia's face brought her endless consolation and warmth.
In recent years, Yijun has been Gu Jiajia's emotional support; his glance, his kiss, easily dispelled all her exhaustion and the void and loneliness within her.
In prison, time dragged like years, and when she heard her death sentence, she felt no sadness, no pain, let alone fear.
She only felt reluctance, reluctance to leave her son, her only concern.
