"Yicheng, it's in the past now. Auntie would definitely be very comforted to know how capable you are now," Xu Nianhua said gently patting his shoulder, echoing the old saying, "Children with mothers are treasures, those without are like grass."
"Nianhua."
Pei Yicheng held her hand, her soft hand, warm and slightly hot. So many years had passed by, and he was no longer that little boy filled with anger. He took a deep breath, the drunkenness slowly fading away. Leaning on her shoulder, he continued, "I want to tell you about my past, I don't wish for you to hear about it from anyone else's mouth."
"Okay, I'm listening," Nianhua's voice was even softer now.
Pei Yicheng paused before continuing, "That day, the weather was overcast. Not long before, he had been hospitalized for a stomach illness. My mother was worried he wouldn't eat on time, so she prepared lunch and specifically took it to him. Who would have known that once she left, she would never return."
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