Yan Luoxi looked at him and felt a heart-wrenching pain. She wasn't a qualified mother; she couldn't be by his side to watch him grow up. She bent down and squatted in front of him, "Xiaoling, mommy is back. Would you look at me?"
Yanling's hand tightly clenched the book in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the grip. He silently packed the book into his backpack without looking at Yan Luoxi, but his eyes were already red.
Yan Luoxi reached out to help pack his book into the bag, but Yanling slapped her hand away and said coldly, "I don't need your help. I can do it myself."
Yan Luoxi was stunned by the slap, then saw his wronged, red eyes, feeling even more guilty. When she left quietly, she thought Li Yeqi was still in the Imperial Capital and would surely take good care of him.
But who could have known that on the night she left, Li Yeqi also left, leaving him all alone, not knowing when they would return, living in daily uncertainty.
