Lu Meng looked at him in surprise, tears starting to well up uncontrollably.
Why...
Since you brought Jingxing here, why can't you let her hold him?
This is her child.
This is her Jingxing...
"Go make some milk for him, he's hungry."
A completely commanding tone.
Lu Meng sniffled and nodded vigorously, "Mm!"
Turning around, she ran off to make the milk.
At this moment, being able to do anything for Jingxing was Lu Meng's greatest comfort.
During this time apart, every deep night, she was filled with guilt and self-reproach.
Reproaching herself for being a mother who couldn't do anything for him, feeling guilty for not giving him the motherly love he deserved.
Now, she can finally do something for him with her own hands, bringing comfort, and more than anything, joy.
No matter what, since Song Yunchi was willing to let her interact with Jingxing, she would make the most of the opportunity.
And she would definitely cherish this hard-won time.
