Why did he suddenly feel like crying again at a time like this?
Don't cry.
The boy's fingernails dug tightly into the flesh of his palms.
"She..."
The boy's voice still came out choked with sobs.
"Does she really dislike me that much?"
The boy didn't understand.
"She... isn't my..."
"Mother?"
He had actually asked the same question many times.
More often, he asked himself.
But he had no way to give himself an answer.
He had asked Big Sister, too.
Big Sister had patted his head.
She had said he was a good boy.
Eldest Brother was the second person he had asked.
Why?
Actually, what frustrated him even more was...
Why was he still bothered by this question?
Did the answer to this question even matter?
He didn't know.
He felt it was completely meaningless.
Yet he couldn't stop asking again and again.
Especially after what had happened today...
It made this question even more meaningless.
In any case...
That woman's attitude couldn't have been clearer.
She was going to—
No.
She had already begun a new life.
He was the past she had abandoned.
An existence she refused to acknowledge.
He...
What was he still struggling over?
Xiao Xiao quietly watched the boy.
At that moment, the boy didn't need him to say anything.
Besides, what could he say?
He didn't understand anything.
Was he supposed to offer comfort just for the sake of comforting him?
Say that the boy's mother loved him and had her reasons...
But the boy's description just now made those words seem especially hollow.
Tell the boy not to care about his mother anymore.
His mother had made her own choice and begun a new life...
His mother had let go of the past.
He should let go,