Xia Jing opened her eyes to see her son sitting in front of her, and she was simply too overwhelmed with emotion. She couldn't help but burst into a coughing fit. How fervently she hoped that what was happening before her eyes was not just a dream. She had dreamed of such a scenario countless times before, yet if what she truly saw was to be different, it would be unbearable.
For her, she could be indifferent to what fate might await her, as long as her family could be happy, safe, and secure; to her, that would be perfection. She had never thought about what consequences her life might hold, for as long as she could be happy, what harm was there?
Time and again she endured torment, all for the sake of being able to peacefully stay at home. Now, all she longed for was to obtain that happiness deep in her heart.