Mo Siyu took a deep breath, stood up, and knocked on the neighboring room's door.
"Come in." Mo Xiaolin sobbed as she spoke, having already cried once in the room just now. She had waited for him for twenty-seven years, spending the best years of her life waiting.
"Mom." Mo Siyu's tall and slender figure stood at the door. Seeing the strong Mo Xiaolin with tears soaked into her pillow struck Mo Siyu's tender heart.
Since he had grown up, he had rarely seen Mo Xiaolin cry.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to see him," Mo Siyu stepped forward, squatting in front of her, holding her hands, "No matter what decisions you two make about being together or not, I will respect your decision."
"Do you acknowledge him?" Mo Xiaolin asked, holding his hand back—even as he squatted, he was only slightly shorter than her. His features, softer, resembled hers more, but the heroic expression between his brows resembled Meng Jin's.
Mo Xiaolin blinked her moist eyes, filled with anticipation.
