Ye Qiu cooked very fast, and all the simple home‑style dishes were ones Chuqing loved. As Chuqing ate, her mouth felt warm, and so did her heart.
By the time she was about to leave, her expression had softened a lot. Ye Qiu arranged for a driver to take her home. She hesitated for quite a while as she stood by the car door, then finally walked over with a solemn face: "Mom, can I hug you?"
Ye Qiu's lips slowly curved up, then she gently opened her arms: "Of course."
Chuqing rested her head lightly against Ye Qiu's head, as if she'd gone back to childhood. Back then, Mom hadn't been only strict and critical with her; she'd sometimes hold her to sleep. Though many years had passed, she'd never forgotten that warmth—just like today.
On the way back, the smile never left Chuqing's face, even the Zhou Family's Parents, who cared less and less about her, noticed.
"Did something make you really happy?" Liu Meiqing asked.
