Lu qianlan looked at how attentive he was and couldn't help but think of his younger days.
She didn't know when it started, but her son had turned into a little adult.
He had just reached adulthood, but he was already a mature and reliable man.
Lu qianlan thought back to when he was young. The other children would chase after each other after school, laughing and laughing along the way, innocent and naive. However, he only glanced at his peers and carried his school bag as he walked home quietly.
When he got home, he would do his homework and help with the housework without her urging him.
Lu qianlan sometimes felt that she owed her son.
His childhood should have been a happy and carefree one, but he had never enjoyed it.
This time, because of his illness, he had to bear a debt at a young age.
Lu qianlan's heart grew heavy as she thought about it.
&Quot; Yichen, Xiaoxiao ... Hasn't she been in contact with you recently? "