After dinner, Ji Anning accompanied Yang Yufang in the living room to watch TV.
At Yang Yufang's request, Ji Anning lay down, her head on her lap.
Yang Yufang looked down at Ji Anning, her eyes filled with maternal love.
Ji Anning felt guilty under her gaze and frowned, "Mom, watch the TV, why are you staring at me?"
"Anning, is Jingfeng good to you?"
Yang Yufang suddenly asked, her brows slightly furrowed after the question, her eyes tinged with melancholy, or perhaps worry.
It was as if she had a knot in her heart that she couldn't untie.
Her sudden question made Ji Anning's heart uneasy. She stared at her mother's troubled face and tentatively asked, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Yang Yufang sighed, "Ah, your mom can't be by your side to watch over you two, my heart is unsettled, I'm worried about you."
While speaking, her hands were gently stroking the stray hairs from Ji Anning's forehead, indulging her with tender care.
