Xia Tian's flight was yesterday; he should already be on the other side of the world by now. Gu Qingxin sat up, hugging the quilt, a little worried. She didn't want her son to run into that man at all.
But her son had been especially smart since he was little. He had his own opinions and ideas about how to do things. As his mommy, she had been relying on him these past few years and hadn't been able to give him the best care. She should respect his thoughts and decisions.
Forcing herself not to overthink it, Gu Qingxin got out of bed, washed up briefly, and went to make breakfast. A happy, gentle smile stayed on her beautiful lips the whole time.
Gu Qingxin was already twenty-five. The little girl she used to be had become a charming young woman, and ever since she became a mom, there was a softness at the corners of her eyes and brows.
