That day, it was just Mom and him in the house.
Qi Ming looked at Lu Huai'an and asked again, "Mom has never cried before, why did you make her cry?"
Accompanied by the boy's crisp, childlike voice, the image of her collapsing that night resurfaced in Lu Huai'an's mind, wrenching his heart painfully.
Even though the internal organs all hurt finely and densely, Lu Huai'an's sharply defined features didn't show a trace of fluctuation, as he replied blandly, "There's no reason."
Lu Huai'an washed Qi Ming's hands, then watched him eat.
The entire apartment was very quiet, until the sound of the vibrating phone broke the silence.
Lu Huai'an did not answer immediately but instructed the maid to take Qi Ming upstairs to wash and sleep. He had a cup of tea in front of him, steam swirling up, making him seem even more enigmatic.
Qi Ming stood by the table, not following the maid upstairs, but directly staring at Lu Huai'an.
