Luo Yunsong stood in place, dazed and bewildered for a long moment.
The wind from the balcony swept through the fragmented light and shadows, causing his ethereal figure to sway slightly. Finally, as if having made a firm decision, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice dry and rasping: "I want to say goodbye to my mother... The incident happened too suddenly back then, I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to her."
As he finished speaking, tears silently soaked his cheeks, sliding down his phantom contours without leaving a trace, leaving behind only a full heart of bitterness and regret.
"You should think this through."
Shen Siyuan's voice remained flat, yet it carried a hint of warning, "Aren't you worried that if she knows the truth, she might be unable to handle it?"
Luo Yunsong, upon hearing this, shook his head without hesitation, with a certain firmness in his eyes regarding his mother: "She won't."
