Four years of separation had left Ji Weitian feeling not only heartache for her son but also an unspeakable guilt.
She wanted to acknowledge her own son, but she feared that showing her emotions too obviously would scare him.
After speaking a few words, she dared not make a sound, anxiously staring at the little guy, afraid that any expression of resistance would appear on his face.
She waited quite a while, but Ruirui simply stared at her.
His little face did not betray any emotion, yet his dark, glossy eyes blinked twice, and he pursed his little lips.
It seemed as if he had something to say but hesitated whether or not to speak.
Ji Weitian could only encourage him with her eyes, waiting for him to open his mouth and ask if she really was his mother.
She had even prepared herself, ready to give an affirmative answer as soon as he asked.
And the little guy did ask.
