It was only three months since she'd left, but returning this time, Yang Ruxin felt a particularly comforting feeling, like a sense of belonging as if a fallen leaf returning to its roots.
In just two years, she had developed a thorough attachment to this small village and its people.
She had become a genuine part of this place.
Dong Wenxiu and Feng Family, seeing the two approaching, first covered their mouths excitedly and then... and then the two of them burst into tears, hugging each other.
Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng couldn't help but exchange glances. This seemed wrong. Shouldn't they be the ones being hugged and cried over? Why were the two mothers crying on their own instead?
The word "Mom" was stuck in their throats.
At this moment, Dao Xuzi ran over: "Little brat and you stinky boy, you both are back, but why did you bring that old man with you? Didn't you know I can't stand him?"
Yang Ruxin frowned, momentarily unable to react.
