Yes, almost half a year.
Since the day Ling Tian'ao left, she never went to see Chouchou.
She even forbade Chouchou from entering the master bedroom.
How could she not want to see her own son?
But Chouchou looks so much like his daddy, just one glance would make her heart collapse.
Her mind full of Ling Tian'ao.
She even feels that when the day breaks, Chouchou, like Quanquan, also grows up.
But even if Chouchou grows up, he's still her son.
Sometimes, she misses Ling Tian'ao so much, she stands at the door looking towards the room where Chouchou is, wanting to see him, but holds back.
She fears losing control and breaking down in front of Chouchou, crying her heart out.
It would scare her son.
Whether she sees him or not, she can't be a good mother.
"Homework, he's so young, why does he need homework?" Xia Zhisu asked.
"Azhi, you should go and see for yourself." Dongye glanced at the setting sun, "I have to head back to my room!"
