The little one still stood there without immediately moving over, his face showing a few expressions of uncertainty, just standing there steadfastly watching Song Qiao silently.
Song Qiao continued to squat there, her eyes already brimming with tears, but they did not fall.
It's been more than four years since she last saw her son. Back when she gave Ning Wan to Lu Jingchen, he was still so small, only able to babble, unable to speak properly.
Now seeing him again, he can call her "mom."
Saying she isn't excited deep down is false—her heart swelled with a surge of excitement, wanting to scoop up the little boy from not far away into her arms.
But seeing the little guy standing there, watching with apparent fear and worry, hesitant to come over.
Song Qiao fears she may startle him, so she remains squatting there, speaking to him as gently as possible, hoping he will accept her.
