Something was bugging me.
The car was silent, save for the soft, hitching breaths of Roushi, who was clinging to my chest. His eyes were puffy and his face was stained red from tears.
He had fallen into an exhausted, fitful sleep, his small hand still clutching the V neck of my dress, so tight that not even Yichen could not pry his hand open without waking him up.
My own mind was reeling. I couldn't stop seeing the final look on Zhu Ri's face, that unreadable, cold mask of pain, regret, and finality as she abandoned her son.
What exactly was she thinking in that head of hers when she looked at Roushi?
My mother never once loved me, so I didn't know how a mother would look at her child, the only family I had ever truly seen are the happy families of children with their parents at events or school gatherings in the past.
So I couldn't understand.
I tried to bring it up. "Yichen... the way she looked at him at the end. It was..."
