He was wearing a gray woolen coat, long enough to cover his legs.
His hands were in the pockets of the coat.
He walked slowly, step by step.
With his small face and stature, he really looked like an adult.
"Young master! It's so good to have you with her!" Ye Luo said sincerely.
"My mom's heart is so heavy. I'm her own son. If I'm not with her now, then who should I be with?"
"But young master, you're still so young. It's not your responsibility to bear all this!" Ye Luo's heart ached.
Ling Chuan stopped in his tracks and looked up at Ye Luo, "If I don't take care of mom, then who will? That person from the Ling Family? Still refusing to wake up from his own despair! If death could solve problems, anyone could just go and die! It takes courage to live! Mom has been through so much, and this time, her heart is the saddest! Don't you understand?"
Ling Chuan was reprimanding Ye Luo.
