"They hung up."
"After that day, they never answered any of Mom's calls again."
The boy's eyes were bloodshot, his young features twisted with a hatred that didn't suit his age.
"Mom was heartbroken."
"She was obviously so sad, but she still pretended nothing was wrong and smiled at me."
"So I couldn't bring myself to ask what 'father unknown' meant."
"Mom always missed Grandpa and Grandma."
"She said she was sorry to them."
"Mom always told me that once Grandpa and Grandma had calmed down, she'd take me back to see them."
"Ha!"
The boy gasped loudly, his teeth grinding together.
He looked vicious, but he seemed on the verge of tears.
His hoarse voice was clearly choked with emotion.
Xiao Xiao reached out and gently patted the boy's bristly crew cut.
He looked up at the sky, pretending not to see the boy furiously wiping away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
The twilight was beautiful, but it always stirred up a sense of melancholy.
There were parents like Grandpa Mu and Grandma Tan in this world, who were willing to give everything for their children.
Even when other people thought their children were utterly worthless.
And then there were parents like the boy's maternal grandparents.
Could they really let their child die without lifting a finger just because their child had made a mistake...?
He didn't know the whole story, so it wasn't his place to judge.
But human life was worth more than anything.
How could there be such deep resentment between parents and their children?
Besides, this child—he looked at the boy, who had stopped walking—was innocent.
He shouldn't have to bear that blame and hostility.
With his back to Xiao Xiao, the boy roughly wiped his