His body tensed at the gentle concern lacing the voice.
Ye Xinren turned his head sharply, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Tang Shilin standing a few feet away, her gaze filled with worry.
Before he could stop himself, he was already moving.
Rushing into her arms.
Clinging onto her like a lost child.
And for some reason, the moment he felt her warmth, the dam inside him broke.
Tears spilled over.
He had been holding them back, swallowing them down.
But now, in Tang Shilin's embrace, he felt unbearably small.
Maybe it was because he had never known a mother's warmth.
Maybe it was because Tang Shilin was the only one who had ever given him that kind of affection.
"Tell me," Tang Shilin murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "What happened?"
Ye Xinren's breath hitched as he whispered between quiet sobs, "Yanxu yelled at me. I hate it. I hate when he raises his voice at me."
Tang Shilin's expression darkened.
