Originally, he knew his mother had always been reluctant to follow him back to his hometown. Simply put, Wa's mother had always been displeased deep down, showing her son a cold shoulder and never a smile, let alone a good mood to hum a tune.
Listening to his mother suddenly humming a song, Wa Zicong didn't feel relaxed; instead, he vaguely sensed some eerie atmosphere.
"Mom, is something good happening?" Wa Zicong stood at the kitchen doorway and asked, looking at his mother's back as she washed rice.
Wa's mother, not expecting his sudden return, was startled by his abrupt voice. Turning around to look at him, she squinted her eyes and slowly said, "Did you know that Gu Nuan used to have a younger brother?"
Wa Zicong was taken aback; he really hadn't heard Gu Nuan mention this before.
