Bab 39: Slowly Rising To Her Feets

At present, the mother's eyes brimmed with tears as she thought over his past struggles—how much pain and disappointment he had endured at such a tender age. If only he would let her, she would do anything to keep him from suffering further. She could scarcely imagine the toll on his self-confidence and self-esteem when all his attempts to melt her heart led nowhere.

Little Tiger deserved unconditional love, not to be used as a pawn in someone else's quest to gain Lu Jianjun's favor or a higher social standing.

In that moment, Little Tiger remained staring at her hand, silent tear slipping out of his eyes. Suddenly he was enfolded in her motherly arms, where her gentle kisses landed on his temple, cheeks, and even his shoulders through his shirt. He looked both dazed and oddly comforted, as her mild scent and soft warmth calmed his jangled nerves.