That cold little face, like heavy perennial snow sealed atop a mountain peak.
Suddenly, a spring breeze blew past.
It quickly melted into a babbling stream, watering the earth, showing no trace of its former chill.
Yan Wang's delicate yet rigid features transformed in an instant when he saw his mother.
A warm smile grew broader as he trotted toward her.
Yan Yueqing extended her hand toward her son, catching the long-missed affection.
"Ooh~ Baby, Mommy missed you so much~"
After speaking, Yan Yueqing herself blushed, wondering why she was acting coquettishly with her son.
Shouldn't it be her darling softly saying, "Mommy, I missed you" instead?
Cough cough!!
No worries!
With the experience of falling here, she would be able to stand up again when picking up Yan Bao at noon!
Clever!
Yan Wang was suddenly embraced by his mother, his fair little face flushing as if being hugged in public was somewhat embarrassing.
But he didn't push her away.
