Lu Yan lowered his head in disappointment, afraid that his sad expression would reveal itself and make his mother worry. So he tried hard to hold back his tears and blinked repeatedly, trying to reassure others.
"Yan'er, cry if you want to."
Shen Ruoyan raised his chin, looked at a wet face, and sighed: "You are just a child, cry when you want to, and when you're done crying, wipe your tears and stand up again."
She slowly held Lu Yan's hands. His hands were delicate and white. Although they were not big, they were extremely warm.
"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure you!"
[Really? Is there any hope for me?]
Lu Yan knew it was best not to expect anything, because every time he expected something, he was met with disappointment and frustration. His grandmother, his father, the servants in the mansion... time and again, he held onto his hopes and sincerity for these people, only to have them ruthlessly rejected!
It doesn't matter if it falls down, he will pick it up and hide it himself.
But he was only afraid of his mother.
Because I am afraid of losing, I don’t even dare to try.
"You are my son. No matter what happens, I will always be your support." Shen Ruoyan held his little hand tightly, and the heat was transmitted between her palms. The flowing warmth slowly wrapped around Lu Yan's broken heart.
He blinked lightly, and tears fell to the ground.
He heard Shen Ruoyan say gently: "So, don't be afraid, mother is here."
It was like a refreshing rain in the desert, allowing him to grasp the only salvation at the moment of death.
Lu Yan was moved and threw himself into Shen Ruoyan's arms, nodding vigorously.
Shen Ruoyan patted his back gently, letting the tears wet her shoulders——
[I've even been able to withstand the poison of Hedinghong, so what's this little bit of poison to me?]
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