The voice behind became increasingly subdued; An Jiayou knew the woman was upset. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he simply tightened his grip, hoping his warmth could soothe her.
This scene, along with the conversation that had just taken place, was witnessed by the man outside the door.
It's impossible to say there was no jealousy, but Lin Mubai kept reminding himself that they were mother and son—mother and son—only then he was able to suppress the urge to storm in and separate the pair.
Yet, the conversation between the mother and son had stirred up quite a ripple in his heart.
Birthday? That person? And so-called responsibility? What's going on?
He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door of his own room until the door was suddenly opened from inside, snapping him back to reality. He hastily put on an awkward smile, "Jiayou, why are you up?"
