"From now on, no one will dare bully you again." Wanru felt even more heartbroken seeing her cry so sorrowfully.
Nianhua tilted her head slightly, looking at her loving expression, and blurted out, "Mom."
Wanru, who was tidying her daughter's disheveled hair from crying, was suddenly struck by her words, as if hit by lightning. Stunned, she stood still, gazing at Nianhua in disbelief and tremblingly asked, "Wh-what did you call me?"
"Mom." Nianhua cleared her throat and called out again.
"Yes."
Responding with a choked voice, Wanru, eyes reddened, tightly embraced Nianhua, unable to speak from the overwhelming emotion.
The mother and daughter hugged tightly and cried their hearts out. Jinrong said nothing, simply wrapped them both in his arms. His heart ached, he felt guilty; if not for his oversight, they wouldn't have been separated from their child for twenty-two years!
This scene deeply touched Nian'an, who watched it unfold.
