He could recite these words backwards, handling someone as shrewd as his brother was no problem at all, let alone his mom.
"Mom's illness can be cured after decades, yours shouldn't be that difficult, right?" Wang Fengtong was still not giving up.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Hua Hua looked very innocent and upset: "Anyway, it hasn't been cured after all these years, even if it could be cured, but I can wait, not sure a girl could; a girl's youth is just a few years, I can't possibly find a woman and tell her, hang in there with me, someday when I'm cured I'll treat you well. Mom, isn't that misleading?"
"Then find a girl a few years later, treat the illness first." Wang Fengtong was filled with beautiful fantasies about the future.
"What if it takes until I'm forty or fifty to cure it, wouldn't I have wasted my life?" Hua Hua's pure eyes seemed like they were about to shed tears, as if saying, Mom, can you bear to see me lonely all my life?
