"Mother, Mother..." Dongchi's tender voice sounded close to Si Yan's ear.
He had once been reluctant to speak with her, and whenever he did, his words were filled with sarcasm.
Countless times he had said, "You will surely abandon me again!"
But now, Si Yan heard Dongchi speaking to her.
"Mother, why are you crying?"
Was she crying?
Nan Mo's clear voice reached straight into her heart: There, there, Mother. Don't cry. Mo Mo is here. Mother, don't cry...
Nan Mo couldn't speak. Timid and introverted, he often hid in corners, concealing himself.
She couldn't even make contact with his mental world, his innermost self.
But now, he had opened his heart to her; he would communicate with her using his spirit.
He would cling to her, afraid she would stop paying attention to him.
Indeed, everything had changed.
She had returned.
That weak and powerless Si Yan, devoid of means or strength, was gone.
Si Yan slowly awoke from that very long dream.
