"Chenglang, do you remember the first time we met six years ago? You were a ray of light in my despair, then and always," Xu Chaomu's voice choked up, "Meeting you has been my fortune."
Nie Chenglang smiled, "Why the tears? You were crying when we first met, and after so many years, you're a mother now. Still crying? Are you embarrassed?"
Back then, she was just a little girl. In the blink of an eye, she had become a mother.
He, however, remained standing in the same place. Perhaps she would never look back, or perhaps, she might turn to glance at him.
But he would always stand there, just to watch her boldly march forward, to see her happiness, and to be there for her whenever she felt lonely and helpless and wanted to turn around.
Xu Chaomu wiped her tears; she didn't even know why she had started crying.
"I won't cry anymore," Xu Chaomu dried her tears and smiled.
