In Sheng Shi's memory, he had never stayed in his mother's embrace. He had always been lively and troublemaking, never obedient. This embrace now, he knew very well what it represented, and he felt inexplicably sad and upset.
With this departure, he didn't know how long it would be until he could return.
In this family, truly speaking, his disappearance would hit his mother the hardest.
Especially now, seeing his mother so happy because of this unexpected embrace, his heart felt slightly sour, as if a gigantic stone weighing countless pounds was being forcefully wedged inside, heavy and suppressive.
Sheng Shi closed his eyes slightly before releasing Mrs. Sheng. He leaned his head slightly, kissed Mrs. Sheng's temple faintly, and slowly straightened up, his face lit up with his usual dashing smile: "I wish you win more money at mahjong today!"
