Fang Yue walked home dejectedly, his mind replaying every little moment he had shared with Nu and Widow Yu.
He understood that Widow Yu might have had her reasons for leaving, but for some reason, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.
When he got home, Ms. Chen saw his somber expression and asked with concern, "Zhi'Er, what's wrong? Did something happen to upset you?"
Fang Yue shook his head gently, not wanting to worry his mother. "Mother, I'm fine. It's just... some things have me feeling a bit sentimental, that's all."
Ms. Chen patted Fang Yue's shoulder comfortingly. "Nine times out of ten, life doesn't go as planned. If there are things we can't change, we just have to let them be. The most important thing for you right now is to hurry up and find a wife, have a big, healthy son, and stop making me worry."
Fang Yue couldn't help but give a wry smile at his mother's words. He knew she only said it out of concern, but his current mood wasn't so easily dispelled.
