Chapter 173

"But to me, teaching you to read is resting," I told Willow gently. "Do you understand? "So, don't worry. You won't wear me out. Mommy isn't that fragile." Willow still looked uncertain. "Really?" I nodded. "Of course." Finally reassured, Willow smiled, grabbed my hand tightly, and pulled me outside to join her for a run. Zane followed behind us. His usually cold gaze softened with a hint of warmth. … After our exercise, we all freshened up and then took Willow to school. She entered the school gates but didn't head straight for the classrooms. Instead, she stood at the entrance, as if waiting for someone. A few minutes later, a girl with pigtails got out of a car. Willow immediately ran over to her. The two girls held hands and bounced around happily. The little girl was chatty, talking nonstop, while Willow listened coolly, responding with occasional nods or shakes of her head. I felt relieved upon seeing that Willow had made a friend and was getting along well. I got back