"I have to go now, Lian Zi. I won't tell the child to avoid making him cry when he knows I'm leaving. All the rest, I'll have to trouble you with. Those bags, they're all his clothes. I've brought them over—"
Seeing her eyes redden, Lian Qiao felt her nose sting as well, "Are you being silly? Don't say things like that. Have a safe trip."
She composed herself and stood up to see her off, but was stopped by Shu Shuang who pushed her back down onto the sofa.
"Don't bother, I'll leave on my own. We're not lovers, haha. If you see me off, I'll cry."
Seeing that Shu Shuang was already unable to hold back her tears, Lian Qiao waved her hand and turned her face away.
"All right, fine, I won't see you off. Damn it, just get going already."
It sounded easy, but Lian Qiao wasn't feeling easy at all.
Watching Shuang Niuniu's retreating figure and her shaking shoulders, the entanglement in her heart was no less intense than Shuang Niuniu's own distress at leaving her son.