"Every day..."
Qin Feiyang's whole body and mind trembled as he gazed at the woman in white.
The woman in white smiled and said, "Now that you've grown up, there's not much I can do, but I can still make these for you."
"That's enough for me."
Qin Feiyang nodded vigorously, his voice choked as he struggled to hold back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Don't think this is just a small matter.
Anyone can do it occasionally.
But day after day, year after year, I believe that aside from a great mother, no one could manage that.
Every one of these pastries represents a piece of longing, a bit of maternal love!
Glancing at Qin Feiyang, the two maidservants remained silent, quietly tidying up the pastries on the table, feeling saddened.
Qin Feiyang and the woman in white remained silent as well.
The atmosphere in the hall felt somewhat heavy.
Suddenly.
Qin Feiyang gritted his teeth, looking at the woman in white, and said, "Mother, join me and leave!"
