Xiao Luming's hand, clutching the wine cup, was trembling slightly.
"Luming, time is the best healer. With time, you will forget this past. One day, you will find your true destined woman." An Ning could also feel Luming's discomfort.
And she would feel heartache.
But in front of greater matters, one cannot be too selfish.
She too had once believed Anqi and Luming would be together, and she had felt a tinge of loss, but ultimately, feelings cannot be forced.
Everyone should learn to let go.
Luming is no exception.
"Mother." Luming called out to her calmly.
His emotions could be turbulent, but he would never lose control; he would regain his composure as quickly as possible.
"My affairs with Anqi, I ask mother not to intervene."
An Ning pursed her lips.
