That night, Sun Yuhua had a nightmare, muttering, "My son, I'm sorry, Mom is sorry..."
Gao Jiazhi, who was beside her, heard Sun Yuhua's sleep talk and quickly woke her up, "Yuhua, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Sun Yuhua woke up startled, gasping for air, and threw herself into Gao Jiazhi's arms.
Gao Jiazhi comforted Sun Yuhua all night; by morning, his eyes were bloodshot, and Sun Yuhua's face was haggard, as she hadn't slept well the entire night, haunted by her child's accusations and questioning every time she closed her eyes.
At breakfast, Zheng Xianghong saw that both Gao Jiazhi and Sun Yuhua looked unwell and nagged, "I know you want to go to college, but you can't neglect your health. You should sleep well at night and study during the day. Wouldn't that be better? Plus, it wouldn't hurt your eyes."
"I got it, Mom," Gao Jiazhi responded, not mentioning Sun Yuhua's nightmares.
Sun Yuhua didn't say a word, looking listless and wan.
