After twenty-five long years, these two hands finally clasped tightly once again, yet they are no longer as youthful as before, now filled with strength...
The action of Xia Yanxin at this moment was something Long Chenxi didn't fully understand, but he knew his mother wouldn't do this without reason. He paused, remaining still.
Long Lingli reacted strongly, initially wanting to break away, but his entire hand was tightly held by Long Chenxi.
Actually, he could feel it, a warm current emanating from the palm of his hand, that familiar warmth melting his heart. The loneliness that wrapped around him for many years was quickly dissolving...
