The next morning, while Tian Sangsang was cooking breakfast, she suddenly heard Meng Shuyan crying in the house. Dropping the kitchen knife, she hurriedly ran inside.
"Yanyan, Yanyan, what's wrong?" Tian Sangsang saw her son sitting on the bed, his hair a little disheveled, his eyes red and swollen from crying. Her heart ached as she reached out to wipe his tears.
"Mom." Meng Shuyan's voice was nasal as he threw himself into her arms, softly saying, "... Dad is gone, my dad."
What? Tian Sangsang felt a pang of guilt. "Son, your dad was here?"
She couldn't help but overthink it. After all, she had just run into that man in the forest yesterday, and now her son was crying, calling out for his dad.
