Floating, floating, I've already forgotten what path I should take, and the home I thought I'd forgotten still appears before me.
How could Xiao Wei not understand Zhang Yichen's feelings at this moment? As a child, how could one not fear losing their mother, even if this mother has made many mistakes, even if this mother has never truly been there for them, even if this mother has only brought harm from beginning to end. But as long as this person is there, there is a kind of happiness.
