Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

A soft, fragrant person hugged her shoulders from behind. Sheng Yang's movements were a bit stiff.

Aside from the last time she hugged Yi Juncheng to thank him, this was the first time she had ever hugged someone. And she wasn't very comfortable with this kind of close contact.

But the image in her mind of Kang Weizhen wailing lingered and made her heart hurt.

So she tried to ignore this discomfort.

While hugging Kang Weizhen from behind, she reminded her. “Mom, spoon…”

Her voice was as soft as a marshmallow.

“Never mind.” Kang Weizhen's voice was trembling and seemed to come from her chest. The depths of her heart seemed to be churning with a storm.

She could hardly control the outpouring of her emotions, but she was afraid of hurting Yangyang.

This hug hadn't come easy but came just in time.

Kang Weizhen didn't dare to move, but her tears of joy, like pearls, kept falling.

Seeing this, Sheng Hanjing couldn't help smiling. Then he took out his cell phone and recorded this beautiful and warm scene for them.

Sure enough, the unpleasant haze dissipated. Because of Yangyang's comfort, Kang Weizhen quickly regained her vitality and turned cheerful.

Generally, happy things were positive and bad things were negative, which could really be offset.

At the dinner table, Kang Weizhen filled a bowl of soup for Yangyang and raised her eyebrows at Sheng You triumphantly. “Yangyang hugged me. She just hugged me.”

Sheng You didn't try to bicker with her today. Seeing how cheerful she was, he felt slightly relieved.

When he saw his wife devastated earlier, a string in his mind was suddenly pulled taut. He was so afraid that the tragedy from that year would happen again, that his wife would collapse and have to rely on medicine to survive again.

Fortunately, Yangyang became her salvation.

As long as Yangyang was here and the family was together, any problem could be solved.

Sheng Yang sipped soup like a kitten and the heavy depressed feeling in her heart also disappeared. When Yi Juncheng told her that she just needed to give her mom a simple hug, she didn't believe it could be so simple.

Mom had cried so badly. Could a small hug heal her?

Now it seemed that it really worked.

She sent a text message to Yi Juncheng: “Your solution really worked. You're much smarter than me. I should learn from you.”

After reading the text, Yi Juncheng laughed. Sheng Yang was Sheng Yang. She never forgot about studying at any time.

“I've already figured out what I want from you.”

Sheng Yang: “What is it?”

Yi Juncheng: “Treat me to dinner.”

Sheng Yang: “That's easy.”

Yi Juncheng: “No, it's not. I want you to cook the meal for me.”

Sheng Yang was silent for a while before saying, “Okay, I'll keep my word. I'll cook for you when you come back.”

“OK.”

At that time, Sheng Hanjing was also sending a text. He was sending the photo he had just taken to his eldest brother.

He still remembered how desperate his parents were when his sister was gone. Even though the eldest brother was iron-hearted, he must still have some memories from that year.

The girl in the photo held her mother tightly and there were tears on her mother's face but she looked very happy. It was a very moving scene.

Warmth seemed to well up in his heart. When he was taking this photo, his fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he could hardly hold his phone.

Sheng Hanjing waited quietly for the habitual “?” from his eldest brother. He sent the photo regardless of whether Eldest Brother would feel moved or not.