After the villagers and their children left, Wang Muxiao walked to her daughter and Shitou. Seeing the boy standing there with his head lowered, she gently rubbed his head and said, "Li Heng, don't be afraid. You are not your mother, and you will not become a bad person."
This was the first time Shitou heard someone calling his name beside his late Grandpa. He raised his head and saw Wang Muxiao smiling at him. Looking into her eyes, he felt that she really regarded him as her own, not someone else's son.
"Second aunt Lu, do you hate me because of my mother?" Shitou asked.
"Why should I hate you?" Wang Muxiao asked him.
Shitou was stunned by her words and had nothing to say.
Seeing his confused look, Wang Muxiao chuckled and said, "Look, there's nothing that can make me hate you. So, what are you afraid of?"