Even she didn't understand what was happening to her. Even though she had been a mother for so many years, and little Jue wasn't her biological child, when he called her "mom," she felt an overwhelming surge of emotion breaking through within her, intense and sudden, uncontrollable.
Mom.
The most beautiful title in the world.
Her hands trembled slightly as she held little Jue, quickly steadying him so he wouldn't fall.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at little Jue, choking a bit as she said, "Hey." Regardless of who this child's parents were or what illness he had, as long as he called her "mom," he was her child. She would pour her heart and soul into caring for him, just like she did for Han. Call her a saint, or anything else, but this frail, delicate child was someone she couldn't let go of.
Lu Shifeng, standing by, cautiously asked, "Little Jue, what did you just call her?"
