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Zhang Lisheng's understanding made Lili dispel her last concern. After that, the mother and son bathed in the rare sunshine of the cold winter as the mother made beef pie lovingly while the son waited patiently for his favorite brownish crispy pie. Contented, they talked and laughed together.

Such a warm moment of enjoying family happiness with his mother had never appeared in Zhang Lisheng's memory before. The young man could not help but cherish it more. As he was talking to his mother, he looked out the window at the post-rain clean streets that looked as though it had specially cleaned. The roadside trees absorbed enough rainwater and appeared to be full of vitality.