Her son was raised single-handedly by her.
She took meticulous care of her son, lavishing her affection on him; her son was always closest to her.
But now, her son's look at her is like she's a stranger.
Her son has now drifted away from her, hating her as his own mother.
This thought saddened her more than death.
"Yingbo!" She looked pleadingly at Song Yingbo, her voice choked with tears.
"You go back first," Song Yingbo's voice took on a sharper edge: "I want to talk to Xiaxia alone."
Mother Song was startled by his suddenly raised voice.
She dared not defy Song Yingbo anymore, nodded timidly, lowered her head, and got in the car to leave.
"Xiaxia, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Song Yingbo looked at Sang Xiaxia, sincerely apologizing: "I know I was wrong, and I know where I was wrong, truly..."
"I shouldn't have, for the sake of family harmony, continually made you compromise with my mom."
