If Yang Rui weren't there, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist embracing the woman in a joyous cheer.
Yang Rui, oblivious to being a third wheel, stood there frowning, lost in thought.
Su Yumei escorted Yin Wuxie to the door, and after he left, she closed it.
Then her whole body collapsed directly to the ground, covering her face and sobbing quietly.
Yang Rui snapped out of it and hurried over to help her.
"Aunt Su..."
Su Yumei shook her head and said, "I'm fine... It's just that I feel a bit uncomfortable inside."
The person she was waiting for didn't show up.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She was in pain.
But at the same time, there was a sigh of relief in her heart.
Her daughter wasn't dead; she had been found.
Soon she would return to her side.
Sacrificing herself to bring her daughter back safely was enough, wasn't it?
Yet her heart still felt unbearably heavy.
It felt as if she was betraying that pair of eyes from her dreams at this moment.
