"My son, Mom knows... that you're in pain, but... can't we just move on? Sileng... is only four years old. He's so young. As a father, you... collapsed first. What about Sileng... If Zhiyuan was still here, she... definitely wouldn't want to see you like this..."
His mother's gentle hand moved through his short hair, making him feel a long-lost warmth. His empty eyes gradually returned to reality, and he pressed his head against his mother's soft belly, "Mom, she's also wrong. Four years ago... when she left, she said that I would definitely be a... good father. Actually, I'm not. Without her, I don't want to be a father at all..."
