Jiang Xiaoxiao absentmindedly looked at the book in front of her.
Little Tang Yuan came over, tugging at Jiang Xiaoxiao's sleeve.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
His eyes looked aggrieved, and of course, they'd be perfect if they weren't so proud.
Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up Tang Yuan, giving a kiss on the little guy's cheek. This little guy, no one knows who he takes after, born with naturally curly hair that fluffs up once it gets long. If it weren't for those shiny black eyes and purely Hua Country features, people might mistake him for a foreign kid.
"What do you want to eat? Mommy will make it for you!"
Tang Yuan sat in Jiang Xiaoxiao's lap, "Mom, I want to eat little wontons."
"Okay, then Mommy will make some. Do you want to help me, or play with your toys in the room?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao ruffled the little guy's black hair, so soft that it almost melted her heart.
The worries, guilt, and self-blame in her heart dissipated.
She is a mother.
