Holding Hands in the Sun

Yijiang City.

More than ten days had passed. The torrential rain that had once poured down relentlessly finally began to rein itself in and slowly recede.

The skies cleared, revealing an enchanting blue expanse overhead. Warm, gentle sunlight spilled down, sweeping away much of the gloom in everyone's hearts.

On this day, Lin Chuan finally met his mother—a woman named Qin Ruxin.

When Qin Ruxin had learned that her child had been miscarried, she had been devastated. Before the reincarnated Lin Chuan was even born, she had fainted outright. Having just given birth, her body had already been weak, and she remained unconscious for more than ten days. Yet after waking and learning that her child had miraculously survived, she could no longer suppress her excitement and climbed straight out of her sickbed.

And so, on this clear day in Yijiang City, a pale-faced woman with a heartwarming smile could be seen strolling through the garden, tightly holding a swaddled infant in her arms.

Feeling the woman's not-too-tight yet exceptionally warm embrace, Lin Chuan's emotions were a tangled mess.

To be honest, he was not accustomed to such intimate gestures. Deep down, Lin Chuan rejected these parents of Mu Manor. He had been an orphan in his previous life, and in this life, he had not experienced parental affection either. He had grown used to being alone, used to shouldering everything by himself.

But when Lin Chuan realized that he seemed to be growing intoxicated by the joy this familial affection brought him, he panicked!

Many times, he had entertained the thought of staying here for the rest of his life. Even if it was only a fleeting thought, he considered it extremely dangerous.

He had too many enemies. If someone seized upon such a weakness and leverage, the consequences