Zhang Ying held Yue Qingqing in her arms, "Take a nap, and when you wake up, we'll be in Lingguang."
Yue Qingqing leaned on her mother's shoulder, her eyes slowly closing in a daze.
Zhang Ying gazed at her daughter with a heart full of tenderness.
She still remembered the time when she brought Qingqing home from the hospital, just a tiny bundle, so light in her arms.
In the blink of an eye, she had gone from a delicate little dumpling to a tall and slender young lady.
So talented, so beautiful.
In the past, she always worried that someone would come out of the blue and try to take her daughter away from her.
But as the years passed, no one ever came to Daye Village to inquire.
Zhang Ying's heart slowly settled down.
All she hoped for was to watch her daughter study well, to get into university and find a person she liked then live a smooth life.
Later, when there are children, she would still have the strength to help take care of them.