Afraid her thoughts might be muddled now, unable to recall events after her amnesia, so I reminded her.
Lian Xinying nodded after hearing her words.
Then, looking weary, she held Xiaocheng's hand and walked to the sofa.
After sitting down, she quietly took out a fruit knife and began peeling an apple.
That look of not wanting to be disturbed made Kim hesitate to speak.
"Mom, we're going to eat soon, and you're having an apple?" Xiaocheng's eyes were fixed on the apple in Lian Xinying's hand, kindly reminding her.
"Mom is a bit thirsty," Lian Xinying's tone was as gentle as silent drizzling rain, making the listener feel especially peaceful inside.
"Oh, I'll pour some water for Mom." Xiaocheng, being very sensible, picked up the kettle on the table and poured water into Lian Xinying's cup.
"Thank you, son." Lian Xinying felt very heartened looking at her sensible and well-behaved child.
If you ask why people live, the answer is to experience the purest love in this world.
