The private room suddenly fell silent. Director Yang started to tease, "Son, you're a grown man. What's with all this crying and sniffling?"
Though he said that, he also turned away to pinch the bridge of his nose. These past few years together hadn't been easy for Han Tingting and Yang Kun. One was studying her heart out in school without letting her work fall behind, while the other was fighting to make his way in the world. Each faced their own hardships.
Cui He fell silent, her gaze on the two of them warm and her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. One was her own son, the other a young woman she cared for deeply; her heart ached for them both.
Han Tingting was more composed. She sniffled and was the first to smile. "Alright, no more crying. A happy moment like this is no time for tears."
