Fill You Up With Warmth!

Fu Huai'an suddenly had a doubt. Taking Ji Yun back with them and letting Lin Nuan face her every day—was that the correct decision?

Could his kindness turn out to be another form of torture for Lin Nuan?

Such a Ji Yun was a constant reminder to Lin Nuan that her birth mother could never love her as much in this lifetime, for all her motherly love was occupied by the Lin Ran, who had swapped her identity with her.

Lin Nuan just sat there quietly with Ji Yun, until the sun began to set and the wind swept the withered Boston Ivy to the ground.

Fu Huai'an would probably never be able to forget the scene before his eyes that day. He could never forget the way Lin Nuan lightly smiled with her head lowered as she attentively wiped the corners of Ji Yun's mouth.

As he walked out hand-in-hand with Lin Nuan from the mental facility, Fu Huai'an pulled her into his embrace before they got into the car.