Actually, all the child wanted was a simple, unadorned love.
"Mingyu."
Yan Ruoting pulled Mingyu tightly into her embrace and began to cry freely.
Mingyu wrapped his tender hands around his birth mother in return.
Su Xiaoyue slowly walked out, approached Fan Shaoming, her eyes red as she watched the scene and continuously dabbed her tears with a tissue. The onlookers around them were also moved, many turning away to wipe their tears.
After a long while, Yan Ruoting released Mingyu and stood up. Taking Mingyu's small hand, she walked a couple of steps with him and stopped in front of Fan Shaoming and Su Xiaoyue.
