Zheng Hongmei stared blankly at her son, momentarily unsure of what to do.
She had imagined countless times the scene of reuniting with her son, but when it came to the actual meeting, she found fantasy was still fantasy, and no words were enough to describe her emotions at this moment.
There's a saying that you feel timorous when approaching home; what are you afraid of? It's the familiar scenes and the familiar people.
Zheng Hongmei probably felt something similar to that now.
In her imagination, she should rush over, then hug her son tightly, cry her heart out, and tell him how much she missed him, how much she loved him…
But at this moment, her feet seemed to have taken root; she couldn't move at all.
With her heart slightly agitated, her body trembled a little. She looked straight at Yan Bin, tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She reached to wipe them away, but couldn't stop them.
"Bin... Bin..." Her voice was choked, almost unable to speak.
