Watching his back, I had a feeling something was about to go wrong.
Jiang Jinghuai didn't even have time to take a bite of rice before rushing after his son.
Meng Shuyan, consumed by grief and anger, was about to shut the door when he was met by his father standing outside.
In a low, gentle voice, his father called out, "Yanyan."
The little guy's tears rushed out like a broken dam, and he began to wail miserably.
His crying shattered Jiang Jinghuai's heart.
Panic-stricken, he knelt down and pulled the small body into his arms.
Meng Shuyan sobbed uncontrollably in his embrace, lifting his little head to stare at him with tear-filled eyes. "Why hasn't Mommy come back?"
Jiang Jinghuai pressed his dry, chapped lips together and said, "She'll be back tomorrow. Daddy promises you."
"You're lying, Daddy." Meng Shuyan shook his head in despair. "I don't want tomorrow. I want her now."
"I want Mommy... She's my mommy..." The little guy clung to him in fear, crying into his shoulder.
