Finally, looking at him in the rearview mirror, he was unable to get up again, but saw him still reaching out, crying continuously.
Even though she couldn't hear him speaking anymore, recalling the shape of his mouth, she knew he was shouting "Mom——"
Huoda... Huoda...
He was her child, a child born with someone she didn't know; she felt he was her shame. She hated him, disliked him, didn't want to see him, until she left China, she hadn't seen him even once, not even giving him a name.
And just now, when Ye Che pointed a gun at her, he protected her, saying only four words: "She is my mom——"
Thinking of these things, Xiya's heart felt like being pierced by needles, the kind of unbearable pain felt like being viciously shattered and then pieced back together and torn apart again.
Half was Michelle's betrayal; half was the guilt towards the child over twenty-something years...
