Lin Yin stood at the door, dignified, looking at her daughter, and her eyes brimmed with tears in an instant as well.
"Mom... Mom..." Gu Qingxin's tears rolled down as she dashed toward her mother at the door.
Lin Yin also quickly stepped forward, and the mother and daughter embraced each other tightly.
"Mom... Mom, I really missed you... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Gu Qingxin cried out in anguish.
"Silly child, Mom missed you too, don't say sorry, as long as you're well, everything is fine for Mom," tears also flowed down Lin Yin's face.
"Mom, Mom..." Gu Qingxin kept calling her, as if she couldn't call her enough.
"Qingxin, my daughter," Lin Yin hugged her tighter.
...
The mother and daughter sat on the sofa, and Gu Qingxin always held her mother's hand tightly, carefully scrutinizing her; her mother hadn't changed much, still so youthful and beautiful.
