Auntie Su stopped in her tracks. She stared at the scene inside the room completely frozen. She looked at her own son stare with utmost focus at Song Qingchun, his usual blank face crawling with gentleness, love, and kindness.
She stood there and watched her own son reach out to caress Song Qingchun's face lovingly, entertained by such a simple gesture. Finally, she saw her own son's eyes light up with emotion as he slowly leaned in to kiss Song Qingchun's forehead. After stopping there for some time, he parted and slowly moved his lips to kiss the tip of her nose and her lips.
Auntie Su staggered two steps back like she had been given the greatest shock of her life. Then, she turned and rushed toward the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
