After the meal, Luo Qing frequently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. For six years, this home had not been a home at all. Guilt constantly tormented her, and she felt she had no face to face her son. Whenever she thought of Su Nian and the two children, she wanted to slap herself several times.
It was not enough. No matter how much incense she had burned or how many times she had prayed to Buddha, it was not enough to make up for the guilt and debt she felt towards Su Nian and the two children.
At the end of the meal, Zheng Haoyu said to Luo Qing, "Mom, don't be sad. Su Nian and the two kids are fine. Let the past be the past, try not to think about those things anymore."
Luo Qing sighed, put down her chopsticks, and wiped her tears with a tissue, "It's my fault. In this life, I don't dare to hope for their forgiveness. Haoyu, while they are staying in B City, please visit them often."
Zheng Haoyu didn't know what to say, so he could only respond awkwardly, "Okay."
