Xiao Yongzhi looked at her in disbelief. "Mom, w-what did you say? You're willing to accept me again?"
Madam Xiao nodded. "All these years I've long wanted to help you come back, but I was afraid you were still mad at me, that you hated me, so I never did it. But you're my son, after all. Every New Year and every holiday I'd think, how are you really doing out there all alone? Luckily… you've come back. At least your mother can see you once before she dies…"
At this point, Madam Xiao's tears also began to fall.
All these years, because she had to hold up a whole family, Madam Xiao's life had indeed not been easy at all. She had lost a son; she suffered more than anyone.
Many times she would think, if it weren't for Bai Qingzhu, would she even have lived to see today?
Watching her cry, Xiao Yongzhi felt unbearable as well. A grown man like him, at a moment like this, finally couldn't hold back and let painful tears fall.
"Mom, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."
