Chen Shi's heart was suddenly filled with sorrow and tenderness.
Since his resurrection he had never seen his parents, living always with Grandpa. After Grandpa passed away, he and Black Pot depended on each other for survival.
Black Pot was sensible and always looked after him, keeping him from feeling lonely. Only at night, when the day's clamor faded and all sounds settled, would he yearn for Grandpa, imagining the scene of himself basking in his parents' affection with the whole family warm and harmonious.
Yet it was only an imagination.
Now he finally saw Mother, not as a painting in the old trunk at home, but as a real-world mother.
Only Mother was like something in a painting, foolishly and dazedly sitting in the wheelchair, while Chen Tang's calls produced no effect at all.
Though she still had breath and a heartbeat, a massive sorrow lingered around her, keeping her from waking up for a long time.
Chen Shi came to her side, squatted down, and asked, "What is wrong with her?"
Chen Tang's expression was gloomy. "Little Ten... after you died, she was probably too heartbroken, first going mad with grief as she constantly searched everywhere for you. Later she became catatonic, and no matter how anyone calls her she won't wake up."
The two of them seemed to have forgotten their quarrel from just now, growing gentle.
Chen Tang said, "I asked Granny Sha to examine her, and Granny Sha said the sorrow and pain in her mind were too intense for her soul to bear. To escape the anguish, her soul left her body, straying far away from the physical vessel and unable to return."
Could even the soul fail to endure sorrow and pain?
Chen Shi held Mother's hand. Her palm was very soft and