Half a month later.
Mu Yiliang walked out of the house and saw the tightly closed door opposite, a dull pain striking her heart.
In the past half month, that door had never opened again.
Just as he had appeared in her life without warning, his departure was also silent. The city of S is so big that if you don't deliberately create opportunities, the chances of them meeting again are so low.
"Mommy?"
Xiaoze's voice brought her back to reality. Mu Yiliang turned around and saw her son with one foot raised, leaning on a crutch, and couldn't help but frown: "You want to go out again?"
He whimpered, "Staying at home alone is really too boring... I'd rather go to class, really."
"I've already arranged the transfer procedures for you, but you have to wait until your leg is healed before you can go to class." Mu Yiliang patted his head.
