"Next time, I'll bring everyone with me. I want you both to meet my precious family. Thank you for giving birth to me. Thank you for raising me. Thank you... for loving me."
Now he could finally say it with confidence.
"I am happy."
After promising that he would bring everyone next time, Qiong Xing and Mayo headed home together, back to the family waiting for them.
...
When asked about his favorite color, the first thing that came to Qiong Xing's mind was yellow.
More accurately, it was probably gold.
But when he was little, he had not known the difference and had always called it yellow.
"Mama, this one too."
"Thank you. It's yellow, your favorite color, Cari. I'm sure they'll be happy."
Today, they were planning to visit the graves of Qiong Xing's parents.
Since it would feel lonely to leave the graves bare, they had come to pick flowers to decorate the area around them.
