Listening to the footsteps, it's my husband.
Yun Chunnuan hurriedly grabbed the small jacket she had been sewing for her son on the bed, hearing the slowly approaching footsteps, her heart still pounding incessantly.
When the man reached the bed, he found she even held the jacket inside out, feeling both heartache and distress for a moment.
"Thinking of our son again?"
He sighed softly, sitting at the bedside, gently correcting the small jacket in her delicate hands.
Yun Chunnuan hesitated for a moment, then quickly said, "I'm a bit worried; my mother and the others should have arrived in Nanqi by now, right?"
"Yes, they've arrived." Yelyu Lie handed over the letter he received this morning to Yun Chunnuan.
Yun Chunnuan felt a surge of emptiness in her heart, having just seen her son, yet having to feign extreme longing.
