She walked to Wang Peiling's bedside and asked softly, "Peiling, your mom is calling you, why won't you open the door for her?"
Wang Peiling still stared dully at the ceiling, showing no reaction at all.
Mother Wang's tears fell down suddenly.
She choked out, "Peiling, I know you're hurting inside. If you're hurting, just cry it out, you'll feel better after a good cry."
In just a few days, her son had lost a lot of weight, his face was deathly pale, his hair messy, and a heavy dark circle lay under his eyes. He looked numb and desolate. Where was the confident and excited look when he told her that Yue Yaer was willing to date him?
She was afraid.
Afraid that her son would remain down like this.
