Wen Xuan said excitedly, "If it weren't for you that day, I might have died."
Feng Wanrou was surprised that she had unwittingly done such a thing.
Wen Xuan placed his hand on hers and said, "Sister, I don't know why, but when I see you, I think of my mom. You say how great it would be if she were here."
Every woman's heart is soft, especially when faced with such a handsome young man and hearing such a tragic story; her maternal instinct was triggered.
Moreover, Wen Xuan calling her "sister" – did that mean she was still young?
Feng Wanrou was lifted high by this and comforted him, "Wen Xuan, don't be sad. Your mother's passing is an immutable fact, but didn't you meet me now? If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."
"Can you... let me hold you?"
Wen Xuan's eyes were innocent like a child's, painfully pure.
Feng Wanrou felt her heart racing when her hand was touched earlier, but now hearing him say this, her heart leaped to her throat.
"Okay."
