Mom.
Hearing that word, Tao Zhiyan's heart clenched.
"Tao Zhiyan," Feng Ze softly called his name and asked, "You drew this when you were little. Do you remember?"
Tao Zhiyan glanced at Feng Ze helplessly. "I don't..."
"Tao Zhiyan," Feng Ze interrupted, raising a hand to touch his cheek. "This is my most precious memory."
Tao Zhiyan stared at Feng Ze for a long moment, then lowered his eyes.
His fingers lingered over Peach's Mom for a long time, his heart inexplicably racing.
It was as though something deep inside had been touched.
His mind suddenly became a jumble, countless voices flashing through it.
Then memories that did not belong to him began to surface.
"Mommy~ A big brother grew out of the sewer~"
The child's voice was bright and clear. Then the scene began to move, and the woman before him came into sharper focus.
"Mommy, don't send him back!"
The child stood in front of Feng Ze, his face streaked with tears, crying until he looked like a little tabby cat.
"Mommy, I love you the most, most, most!"
The woman held the child as he threw himself against her, begging for affection.
"Only Mommy is the best in the world~"
There was also the scene of him being carried home from school in his mother's arms at dusk, singing freely without a care in the world.
"With Mommy, Peach is treasured like a jewel~"
Tao Zhiyan's breathing grew heavier, and his fingers began to tremble.
The scenes were like countless shattered memories, struggling to piece themselves together.
Then more voices flashed through his mind.
"Peach, wasn't your big brother your favorite?" The woman lay in a hospital bed. "Why aren't you going to celebrate his birthday? Don't you remember him?"
"Zhao Yang, I'm not crazy. Peach really