"I, I, I'm not, I'm just—" Chen's mother stammered in defense.
"Mom, stop talking." Chen Xiaoyi turned around, his usual stone-like eyes now red, looking at his mother, "I know you mean well for me. But doing good doesn't mean forcing your own will on others. Mom, you yourself are a revolutionary fighter. Don't you understand the principle that freedom is even more precious?"
With just two sentences, her son had revealed the deepest part of her nature, even the selfishness she hadn't realized herself. Chen's mother was truly stunned at this moment. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
Chen's father, beside her, patted her shoulder, consoling her: "Is it that hard to trust our son?"
"I, I just want what's best for him, I—" Chen's mother looked around at the eyes above her, expecting disdain or resentment, but finding only understanding gazes. She had nothing to say, and her hands drooped down.
