"Mommy, please don't cry. This is what I'm willing to do," Ye Yuan said, helplessly wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Silly child."
Ye Lu's hands trembled as she gently kissed his little face.
She held her two children tightly in her arms.
Separated by blood, the bond of seven years spent together—thinking about the countless days they shared—it felt like a knife piercing her heart. How could she bear to part with her children?
But for their future peace and happiness, free from control...
She was willing.
Then she forced a smile: "Come on, Mommy will make dinner for you—a big, hearty meal for tonight."
The dinner that night was lavish. Ye Lu pulled herself together, making the atmosphere lighthearted and natural, as if everything had returned to the way it once was. The evening was filled with laughter.
That night, the three of them—mother and children—slept together on the large bed.
