"Did she cry?" Jingshen looked at Zhao Ying's slightly red eyes and felt a pang of discomfort. It wasn't that this middle-aged woman could touch him deeply, but rather, Jingshen knew what a tenacious and resilient woman Zhao Ying was.
This woman didn't have many weaknesses, except her long-lost daughter was definitely an exception.
He wondered just how upset Su Lu must have been to make Zhao Ying's eyes go red.
Jingshen's voice was somewhat hoarse, "It's because of me."
He didn't pose it as a question but rather as a simple declarative sentence.
"Who else could it be?" Zhao Ying sighed heavily. "Without you, her heart was like still water, but with your presence… she is distressed. You truly are the scourge of her life."
"I don't want to be just her scourge," Jongshe said. "Trust me."
He earnestly said to Zhao Ying, "I will treat her well."
"Ah," Zhao Ying sighed deeply.
Zhao Xiaole, holding a cone, hopped out excitedly, "Grandma, is it okay if I eat this? It's small."
