Every precaution he had taken to steel himself for this scene failed the moment he saw his "mother" again.
All the pain and bitterness of the past swept over him, hurting so much he could barely breathe.
He could only keep telling himself, over and over, It's all right now. This is a new world.
Zhao Ying isn't your mother. They just look alike.
Yet that bond, almost carved into his soul, and that impossible-to-ignore familiarity.
Kept telling him, over and over, She is your mother.
She doesn't remember you anymore.
She's forgotten everything about you.
But surely he should have been happy about that? He and his mother were both free. His mother had forgotten him and started a new life.
We're both doing well...
Why...
Why does it hurt so much?
Gu Nian'an bit his lip hard, trying to control his emotions, but they crashed over him like seawater, instantly crushing all reason. Scalding tears spilled uncontrollably from his eyes, and his hands began trembling without stopping.
A sudden pain shot through his chest, leaving him unable to catch his breath no matter how he tried. As he involuntarily crumpled, he instinctively grabbed the sleeve of the person beside him.
"Sweetheart, don't cry, don't cry. Relax, relax. Breathe slowly. Don't do this, sweetheart. Relax."
Fu Xiuyuan gathered him tightly into his arms, his voice calm and steady as he soothed him over and over, constantly wiping the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes. Yet the slight trembling of his fingertips betrayed his panic.
Seeing Gu Nian'an gasping in his arms, his limbs spasming and his hands clamped tightly over his chest, Fu Xiuyuan immediately realized that his depression was flaring up.
Ever since taking him to the hospital for an examination last time and learning that