Cheng Yanqiu’s mother didn’t need Feng Yin’s answer at all. She said a lot by herself.
From the original calmness to the point of being a little excited, I finally heard her sadness from it.
She looked at Feng Yin’s eyes with tears in her eyes.
“You said, why can’t I give him a healthy body?”
Cheng Yanqiu’s mother looked up hard. She didn’t want to cry, she really didn’t want to.
Cheng Yanqiu’s poor health is her biggest regret in her life. She blames herself, really blames herself for not being able to give her children a good body.
“From childhood, he has taken more medicine than rice. He has three major operations and thirteen minor operations. The bitter medicine soup combined is enough for a small river.”
After all, a tear fell from Cheng Yanqiu’s mother’s eyes and dripped on the back of her hand without control.
She turned her head and wiped it with the back of her other hand inadvertently. Her nose twitched twice, and her eyes were no longer as funny as before, and she was extremely serious.
“I’m sure Cheng Yanqiu likes you, you haven’t liked him yet, right?”
Feng Yin nodded. “It’s okay, I don’t ask you to fall in love with him, as long as you don’t resist your feelings for him, is it good?”
Don’t resist?
Feng Yin thought of the previous psychological fluctuations, but she actually suppressed them.
“I’ll try my best.”
She did not fully agree. She was not sure about what Cheng Yanqiu was.
If Cheng Yanqiu hadn’t been destined to die early, and if both of them were rational, she wouldn’t have signed that love agreement.
“Just try, just try.”
Cheng Yanqiu’s mother burst into tears and smiled, looking at Feng Yin with satisfaction on her face.
“Feng Yin, you don’t need to do anything or change anything. What he likes is you.”