She opened her mouth with tears falling down one after another, but her voice had solidified.
In that instant, she hugged Murong Waning and placed her head on his chest again. Her fingers were crossed behind his back as she hugged him tightly.
Tears had already spread over his white shirt like a ball of cotton candy.
Murong Qingling was also sad, because he thought of his mother.
At that time, he, who was only three years old, saw with his own eyes that she was pushed into a car and drove to the suburbs.
He had been chasing after the car, ordering them to put his mother down, because he did not want her to leave him.
Because of that blow, coupled with the fact that his father quickly married another woman, he began to lock himself in the room at a young age. No matter how hard he kno
