Shen Zhixian stared intently at Jiangjiang, but the typically bold little guy was intimidated, clinging tightly to Jiang Yanting's pants and still not daring to come closer, not even daring to look at her directly.
The closer he got, the more timid he felt.
"Go on," Jiang Yanting patted his little head.
It was then that Jiangjiang took small, tentative steps, stared at the flower wreath, and slowly moved toward her. He couldn't bring himself to call her "mom," instead simply thrusting the cake in his hand forward, somewhat imperiously.
Even then, Shen Zhixian couldn't be sure whose child he really was, since the incident of losing a child was so deeply ingrained in her mind.
Just the word "mom" alone made her heart ache so much that she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
Jiangjiang really didn't know how to get close to her; seeing her cry left him somewhat at a loss. He glanced at Jiang Yanting, who remained silent, then Jiangjiang softly asked, "What's wrong?"
