I had become someone who inherited the convictions of the previous generation.
"Mom!"
Juanjuan was still the same Juanjuan. The moment she came through the door and saw me, her eyes turned slightly red, but she held back her tears, wearing a stubborn expression.
"Hehe~ I'm not dead. What are you crying for?"
I found it a little amusing and couldn't help laughing. Juanjuan immediately ran over, crouched beside me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and sobbed.
"Now, now, you're a grown woman. Why are you still crying like a child as soon as we meet?"
I stroked Juanjuan's head. Mm, she really was all grown up.
"No~ In front of you, Mom, I'll always be a child."
"Fine, you win."
I smiled wryly. This girl really did seem like she'd never grow up. Even though she looked much more mature now, her personality was still the same.
Juanjuan cried softly. Maybe it was because of all the pressure she'd been under for so many years. Once she started, she couldn't stop, so all I could do was stay with her.
She was no longer the little tagalong who used to follow me everywhere as a child, unable to survive without me.
She commanded such a huge base. Seeing her like this made me feel as if my daughter had grown up and was now beyond my control. I felt both relieved and a little sad.
She cried for a long time, and I stayed with her for just as long. By the time the sky had gone completely dark and the horizon was even beginning to brighten again, Juanjuan had curled up in my arms... and fallen asleep.
"Tsk, tsk~ This girl."
I shook my head helplessly. Ignoring the sharp pain in my left leg, I picked her