"You're 27 years old, not 17. It's normal for something to happen," Qin Zufang said earnestly. "I'm not an old-fashioned person. I just hope that you won't forget to protect yourself when you're in love. This is what I'm most worried about."
Lin Wenyu's eyes were wet. "Mom."
"Alright, you're an adult now. Don't cry. I can't bear to let my good daughter, whom I've raised for so many years, leave me bit by bit. But you've grown up and have your own life. In the future, you'll be farther and farther away from me. No matter what happens to you, my only wish is to see you healthy and safe. Don't ever be hurt."
Lin Wenyu nodded heavily.
She stuffed the item her mother gave her into her bag. She was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
She naturally didn't need it now. She was enjoying intimate contact with Yuan Haoyang, but it wasn't to that extent.
Yuan Haoyang was going to an event, and she planned to go to the venue to take photos.