Turning around, she comes to the table in the room, picks up a photo frame, and gently strokes the face of the person in the photo with her fingers, her eyes filled with grief.
Ling Haoyu stands by silently, not disturbing her. In the photo, a four-year-old girl with her hair casually draped over her shoulders is wearing a pink princess dress, sitting on a swing with a bright smile.
No one knows how long they stood like this, but it was clear to see the mother's shoulders shaking. He steps forward and places a hand on her shoulder, "Mom, it's been so many years, and you still haven't let go."
The woman wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes and replies, "Aren't you the same? You run out every year. Do you think Mom doesn't know what you're up to?"
Lightly pressing his lips together, he doesn't refute her... Yes, not just her, he too hasn't let go.
