It was Ye Shuyun's fifth time seeing the movie, but that did not stop her from weeping throughout the movie again. Lu Yi, on the other hand, remained stoic as always.
Once the movie ended, everyone exited the hall with red, puffy eyes, but not Lu Yi. In fact, he had not shed even a single tear.
Ye Shuyun glared at her son.
"Why didn't you cry?"
Lu Yi frowned. "Why should I cry?"
"Don't you find the movie touching?" Ye Shuyun began to wonder whether her son was actually some kind of mutant. Everyone else—men, women, the old, and the young—had cried their eyes out at the movie, so why was her son completely unmoved?
Lu Yi thought about the movie he had just seen. "It was touching. I guess." He was very impressed with Yan Huan's performance; he felt vindicated in his decision to help the movie secure a slot on New Year's Day.
"If you found it touching, then why didn't you cry?" Ye Shuyun asked her son once again.
