"I just feel that, even if it's fake news, my little crybaby would still sob her heart out upon suddenly hearing such shocking news."
Han's mother took a gentle step forward and once again took Han Yingying into her arms, her voice becoming even softer, as if afraid to startle Han Yingying with a louder sound.
"Mom, I'm sorry, my attitude just now was a bit nasty," Han Yingying apologized guiltily and hugged her mother tightly.
"It's okay, my daughter is so adorable, that even when she speaks with a harsh tone occasionally, she's still cute."
"Mom, believe me, I'm really not sad, and I don't want to cry. I will live normally and wait for Shen Mosheng to come back," Han Yingying softened her voice, earnestly convincing her mother.
"Alright, I believe my daughter."
"Thank you, Mom." Han Yingying didn't know whether her mother truly believed her, or was just saying it to comfort her.
