Mou Xun actually quite enjoys this kind of life, with his mother by his side, and he can see her just by looking up.
In the past, Mou Wen was very busy. When Mou Wen went to work, he hadn't even gotten up, and by the time he went to bed at night, Mou Wen was still not home.
In the past, there was Grandpa, but during that time, Mom was even busier.
Grandpa got sick and needed money badly. Zhizhi, although young, had seen Mou Wen come back and fall asleep on the sofa, exhausted.
Now Mou Wen has relaxed. Reasonably, he should be very happy, but inexplicably, there's a feeling that he can't quite describe.
After Mou Wen explained, he felt like he might understand a little, but not very well.
Mou Wen gently rubbed his head, "Xunxun, don't worry about Mom, okay?"
Children being too mature sometimes is not a good thing. In other words, they overthink and seek trouble for themselves.
Xunxun responded with an "oh" and didn't say anything.
