The thoughts suddenly drifted far away.
Unprepared for the sudden recollection of the past, Lin Qinqin was momentarily trapped in a wave of sorrow she couldn't escape from.
The first person she loved, her first child...
She couldn't even dare to think about how she managed to get through it back then.
"Hey..."
Lu Yin sensed something was wrong, looked up, and saw that she had unknowingly started crying.
Silent weeping.
He seemed to see the Lin Qinqin from the past once again.
That woman who was always gentle and soft-spoken, never daring to raise her voice at him, much less defy him.
How long had it been since he'd seen her like this?
It seemed... since the child was lost, he hadn't seen this side of Lin Qinqin.
Lin Qinqin held Jingxing, who blankly stared at her, his big round eyes dark and bright, now filled with ignorance.
Oh no.
She seemed to be crying very sadly.
