"Mom, I might have better development if I stay in Beijing, do you believe it?" Xia Mo looked at her mother with tears in her eyes.
"Mom, I believe it, but~ in that case we won't have a daughter, and will you still have a home to go back to?"
When she heard her mother's words, she was astonished to see the understanding care on the vicissitudes of life in front of her. The eyes that were once firmly supportive were still overflowing with care...
"Oh, look, my daughter who used to love to go out and play so much has been locked up, like a swallow with its wings removed..."
My daughter doesn't even have time to sleep in now. She used to have to sleep until lunch..."
Now every time she hears her mother say these words, she hopes that she can become deaf or blind, unable to see her mother's expression or hear her mother's voice. She doesn't know how to comfort her mother. Maybe what her mother needs is not comfort...
Intention: I let you go because of love, and I follow you because of obsession.