"I still remember, the neighborhood was actually quite chaotic. It was actually a slum area. There were also many foreign workers that came in to work, but many drug addicts and ex-convicts lived there. When Mom made her way home from buying groceries, there were often people whistling at her. Every night, she was afraid and would secure the door with several locks. Sometimes, in the dead of night, strangers would knock on the door. Mom was so frightened that she would hide under the blanket and hold me while trembling. However, only Xiao Jie would sleep soundly every time."
Gong Shaoying listened attentively. He did not expect her to be willing to tell him these things. These were exactly the stories he wanted to hear! He especially wanted to know how she had spent that period of time. She must have had a rough time with the two children in tow. Every time he thought of this, his heart ached.
But what was the use of heartache? She was already dead.
