Looking at He Rong's instantly dispirited expression, Le Yao sighed slightly. As the saying went, what goes around comes around. If He Rong had paid attention to her son back then, she wouldn't be in such a predicament now.
"Ah Jue." He Rong's tears fell. "I wanted to love you properly, but…" But she didn't know how to love anyone at all.
Nangong Jue lowered his eyes.
Le Yao held Nangong Jue's hand back. She knew that this man had yearned for his mother's embrace since he was young. Although he had acted very tough, it was just to prevent himself from continuing to be hurt.
If possible, she really hoped that the mother and son could fix their relationship.
Of course, she was not a saint. If she hadn't really changed completely, she wouldn't have bothered with someone like He Rong.
"I… I didn't want to make a fuss." He Rong sniffed.
