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  A delicate arch appeared on his rosy lips as he earnestly adjusted the strap for her.

  Just like that, Yun Shishi dumbly watched her son with her bated breath. She was reluctant to let her heavy breathing disrupt this quiet and warm moment.

  Youyou had woken up early today to dress himself neatly in suspended trousers, suit shirt, and black tie like a little elegant and polite gentleman of high society.

  He even meticulously pinned a stunning crystal brooch on his suit pocket.

  From that tiny detail, she could tell that the boy particularly valued this special occasion.

  He had always paid great attention to his dressing, but today, in particular, he appeared to be extra dashing.

  Just from looking at him, she could imagine the lad becoming a handsome, rich man just like his father a decade or so later.

  When he looked down, the dark shadow of his long, dense lashes enhanced the appearance of his deep and mesmerizing eyes.

  “How fast time passes!” The boy smiled and gazed up at her with clear, distinct eyes. “In the blink of an eye, mommy’s now getting married!”


  His wise tone amused her to no end; hence, she intentionally teased him. “Son, why are you like a wise, old man despite your young age? From the way you speak, others might think that you’re marrying off your daughter!”


  “While it’s a mystery if I’ll ever have a daughter someday, right now, I have one mommy. Of course, I can’t bear to marry you off!”


  They only had each other to rely on for as long as he could remember.

  Originally, he thought that such a life would last a very long time, and he could even imagine himself living with his mother like that forever.

  He must admit that he was quite the momma’s boy. After all, she was the most important person in this life to him.

  Since the time he started learning to walk, eat, go to school alone, and take charge of his life, he had been working hard. It was all for the sake of letting her lead the most blissful life.

  At that time, he decided that, since he had no father, he must accompany her in every stage of her life, lest she should feel lonely.

  He was the only man in her life.

  Hence, he had designated loving and caring for her as his most important mission in life and was especially dead-set on fulfilling it.

  He did not see it as a burden; rather, he enjoyed having such responsibility and filial duty.

  Now, however, it felt as if his mission would be sacredly passed on to his father’s hands today.

  Reluctance could be found mixed in his feelings of happiness.

  On one hand, he was happy that his mother had finally found her happiness and no longer had to live her life in misery and loneliness; on another hand, an inexplicable feeling of emptiness settled in him at the prospect of handing over this mission.

  His feelings toward her were complicated; he felt uneasy, generous, and ironically, selfish.

  At that moment, the mixed emotions on his face, which seemed to be of desolation, glee, and sorrow, had her wondering what was on the child’s mind.

  She gave him a soft smile as she lightly placed her hands on his in comfort. The boy, however, suddenly flipped his hands over and held hers, instead.

  His hands were still too small to wrap around hers, but they tightly held her fingers; the warmth from them seeped through her fingertips and made their way to her heart.