But even as he felt comforted, he couldn't help but feel a little sour inside.
How is he going to make up for the nine years he missed?
And just how much has he missed?
Even a nine-year-old child knows how to care for his mother so deeply, but what about him, what has he done?
In her most painful and helpless times, he was never by her side, leaving her to drift alone, with no one to rely on.
Even though the hard days are over now and only happiness remains in the future, how can he be at ease whenever he recalls those years of absence?
"Hmm, Lu Chen is right." Lu Yanhe smiled weakly, "You're not a little kid anymore, so you shouldn't want your mom to carry you, but now that Dad's here, your mom doesn't need to carry you, understand?"
Lu Chen didn't answer, his little brow furrowed, deep in thought.
