Lin Banxia leaned directly against the window, her sunglasses nearly pressed to the glass, eyes wide open, staring ahead.
When the black sedan came to a stop, a security guard at the entrance quickly stepped forward to open the door.
A middle-aged woman wearing a gray wool coat stepped out, her presence elegant and appearance dignified.
Wasn't that Cheng Roning?
Seeing her stepping out of the car, Lin Banxia suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and tears began streaming down uncontrollably.
"Mom…" Lin Banxia murmured, unable to contain herself. Her heart was filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow, an urge rising within her to run down and embrace her.
Nevertheless, she restrained herself, standing still until Cheng Roning disappeared into the hall. Only then did she grab a tissue and wipe away her tears.
Though it was just a glimpse from afar, it was evident that Mom was doing well—her health was good, and she had taken excellent care of herself. She still looked youthful.
