Tu Hengsha had already dried her tears and seemed nonchalant by the time she entered the house.
"Mom!" She could smell the fragrance of food at the door already; it must be Mom making ginger duck. "Smells so good!"
Shu Hui turned her head and smiled, as serene and gentle as ever, as if she hadn't been to the prison today. "It'll be ready soon! All your favorite dishes."
"You're the best, Mom!" Tu Hengsha hugged Shu Hui from behind, resting her face on Shu Hui's neck and gently swaying. The evening smoke, the peaceful passage of time, it all remained unchanged.
Shu Hui was sensitive, and with Tu Hengsha behaving like this, she immediately sensed her daughter's emotional fluctuations.
"Did you… see him?" Shu Hui turned around and embraced her daughter.
"Yeah…" Tu Hengsha snuggled in Shu Hui's arms. "But he didn't talk to me, we had no conversation. Mom, do you feel it's a pity not to see him?"
