With joy, she touched An Ning's cheeks and then stroked her hair, completely treating her daughter An Ning as her son An Xu, who had passed away at a young age.
An Ning looked at the longing in her mother's eyes, tears uncontrollably swirling around her eyelids. "Mhm, mom, Xuxu is back. I bought you your favorite braised lamb chops, shall we eat them together?"
Cheng Yujie's confused eyes lit up again as she clapped her hands and said, "Yes! My Xuxu has grown up and knows how to buy food for mom now."
An Ning felt no resentment towards her mom for always mistaking her for her brother.
On the contrary, she had kept her hair short all these years, allowing her mom to think of her as her brother, making her mom's world believe her brother was not dead.
That must be the best comfort for her mom, wasn't it?
An Ning put a tender lamb chop into her mom's mouth, looking at her with eager eyes and asked, "Mom, is it delicious?"