Your mother might have already forgotten, or no longer cares about what happened when you were little.
But I hope you can remember."
"She's just sick, right?" There was a hint of hope in Lu Jing's eyes.
"You just need to remember that her love for you has never lessened."
Wen Yan's figure gradually faded away into the dream.
He opened his eyes, stood up, reached out a finger, and tapped Lu Jing lightly on the forehead, blessing her with Yang Energy.
"I hope you can keep moving forward with determination. May the radiance of the Great Sun light your path."
He had done all he could. Wen Yan was out of options.
According to the rules of the Scorching Sun Department, he really shouldn't have told Lu Jing the truth so casually. Fortunately, he wasn't a person from the Scorching Sun Department; he felt Lu Jing had a right to know, and he felt he should tell her. So, he did.
Standing nearby, Meng An had a hint of respect in his eyes.
