Beitang Yao even felt somewhat delusional, as he could actually see the shadows of his mom reflected in the person in front of him.
His brow furrowed, unable to calm the excitement in his heart, he reached out, pulling her into his embrace, resting his head on top of hers, inhaling the scent of her hair, simply holding her without doing anything else.
Xia Qingqian felt stiff and slightly sore, so she moved a little, reaching out to pat his back gently, and asked softly, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Did she say something wrong? Her heart was full of uncertainty, unsure if her previous words had upset him.
"Don't move, let me hold you a little longer." He cherished this quiet moment; even if they weren't doing anything, he felt content.
"Young Master..." After a while, she couldn't hold it anymore, and said in his arms, "My body is feeling sore..."
