He Xinyun almost let her tears fall, quickly raised her head, and barely held them back, "What are you talking about, what else could you be if not this? Besides, no matter how you change, you're still my mom."
Wang Zhen gave her a bitter smile, her gaze on He Xinyun's eyes lingering and unwilling to part, "You have to work, Mom can't hold you back. As long as you're all well, Mom has nothing more to ask for."
He Xinyun took a deep breath, "Mom, we'll all be fine, and so will you."
In the countryside, at eight or nine in the morning, it was not yet hot.
Jian Liangtong, He Xinyun accompanied Wang Zhen on a leisurely stroll along the wide, newly paved asphalt road.
They looked at the emerald fields, the golden sunflowers, the clear skies in the distance, and the clean white clouds.
At this moment, Jian Liangtong emptied her mind of everything, feeling only one thing all around her—comfort.
