Her tone was gentle, her smile tender, instantly drawing out the grievances from the child's heart, as tears started to fall pitter-patter.
"I don't want you to leave!"
He threw himself into her arms, crying heartbreakingly.
"Don't leave!"
"...Okay, I won't leave." Su Wanxin stroked his head and gently held him.
When she first saw him, she felt he was a stranger.
She couldn't remember her experiences as a mother, which left her a bit at a loss.
But now, holding this child in her arms, the feeling was familiar.
Even if some memories were forgotten, the emotions engraved in her blood and bones still existed.
"Don't cry anymore, I promise you I won't leave again."
Yangyang, sobbing, looked up at her: "Do you promise?"
"I promise."
Su Wanxin coaxed him for a good while. Only after she reassured him multiple times that her word was her bond did she manage to cheer up the little master.
