"You're still worried about him, aren't you?" Tian Sangsang picked him up and pinched his little nose. "Don't worry, he's got steamed buns hidden in his pocket—enough to eat on the way."
Her smile was so gentle that Meng Shuyan was mesmerized, his little mouth agape in astonishment.
Something came to his mind, and his eyes dimmed. "Mom, did you have a fight with Dad?"
Tian Sangsang made a sound of acknowledgment, not intending to hide it. "I'll be honest with you. Your dad did something that hurt Mom, so Mom doesn't plan to forgive him. Do you think Mom's wrong for doing this?"
Meng Shuyan quickly shook his head. "I don't think you're wrong, Mom. I saw you crying."
"Thank you." Tian Sangsang was touched and kissed his cheek. "But remember, what's between your dad and me has nothing to do with you. You can play with whoever you want; this has nothing to do with you, so don't feel sad."
