"Stop talking."
Nan Mufeng raised his hand to stop Li Qing, "Thank you, Blueberry, but my matters, I know what I'm doing."
"Ah!" Li Qing sighed, knowing Nan Mufeng was urging her to leave, she wisely stood up, "In any case, I don't want Little Pumpkin to be hurt. If hope ultimately turns into disappointment, I would rather he had never seen hope."
Li Qing left, but her words were deeply imprinted in Nan Mufeng's mind.
[If hope ultimately turns into disappointment, I would rather he had never seen hope—]
Four years, being both father and mother. The entire family diligently cared for Little Pumpkin's growth, all to make up for the missing maternal love.
Yet, maternal love is something nobody else can replace. No matter what they did, it was never enough.
If Little Pumpkin hadn't admitted to sneaking into the Storage Room, Nan Mufeng wouldn't have realized how much his son longed for maternal love, far beyond what anyone had expected.
His heart, suddenly ached.
