"Does it hurt?"
He Tiantian took the opportunity to extend her hand, gently caressing He Xi's somewhat swollen cheek.
Her eyes were full of pity, even regret, as tears began to flow again, "Ever since you were little, my child, you were the most sensible, the most obedient. Mom never laid a finger on you before."
Speaking up to this point, He Tiantian sniffed, and her tone became stern again, "But, my son, have you noticed that recently you have become someone even your mom can hardly recognize?"
"I know, you got promoted, people bow to you when you go out, and they even respectfully call you 'Langzhong He' (an official title in the Ministry of Rites, fifth-rank). You're no longer that poor boy from a humble background who had to depend on others!"
"Back at home, your attitude towards An Kang has also changed. Dalang, mom knows your grievances, but you must not be confused!"
