Holding Gu Yan’s soft hand, Mo Xiangyan suddenly remembered what had happened before. He had asked her if she could be his mother, while she had been unwilling to answer this question, as if she was reluctant.

Mo Xiangyan was sad. “Am I naughty? Why doesn’t she want to be my mom since she is so good to me? Why do other people have their own mom and dad while I only have a dad?”

The more he thought, the more sorrowful he was. He had wished for a beautiful and ...