Chen Shi's heart was suddenly filled with sadness and tenderness.
Since his resurrection, he hadn't seen his parents and had been living with his grandfather. After his grandfather passed away, he became dependent on Black Pot for companionship.
Black Pot was sensible and always took care of him, making him feel less lonely. Only at night, when the hustle and bustle of the day had subsided and all the sounds had settled, would he miss his grandfather and fantasize about being doted on by his parents, imagining a harmonious family scene.
However, it was just a fantasy.
Now, he finally saw his mother, not in the painting in the old home but in person, in the real world.
But his mother sat in the wheelchair, just as vacant and foolish as she appeared in the painting, unresponsive to Chen Tang's calls.
Though she still breathed and her heart still beat, a great sadness enveloped her, making it impossible for her to wake up.
