Xue Yang was overcome with emotion, and before he could even sit down, he heard his mother's voice.
"Xiao Yang."
"Mom."
Zhong Hailan followed him upstairs, her small frame bustling with activity.
In Xue Yang's memory, his mother was in a perpetual state of motion. Sometimes, he didn't even know what she was busy with, but she always had something to do. It was as if she couldn't stay idle for a single moment.
"I've tidied up your room. I even aired out the quilts and clothes again right before you came back. They still have the scent of the sun on them. They're nice and dry."
"Thanks, Mom."
Zhong Hailan feigned annoyance. "You don't need to be so formal with your own mother."
Xue Yang hugged the woman who had devoted her entire life to him. "Mom, I promise I'll make sure you and Dad Qiu have a good life in the future. Believe in me."
"Yes, of course." Zhong Hailan nodded repeatedly.
