"Mom, I've brought you some food. It's all stuff that you used to like. After a while, I'll figure out a way..."
In the visiting room, Mo Zixuan looks at a haggard Xiao Wenqing, who appears at least a decade older than she actually is, feeling some heartache.
This woman, though she's done many wrong things in her life, even tried to use him as a tool for the sake of a man, she is still his biological mother. The kindness that she once showed him couldn't be completely wiped out by her mistakes.
Xiao Wenqing looks at Mo Zixuan with turbid eyes. Ever since the unexplained death of Wu Tianyi, and her own subsequent sentencing, she had given up hope and was prepared to die in prison.
"Zixuan, it's rare that you still remember me."
She smirks mockingly, not knowing whether she's laughing at herself or at Mo Zixuan.
Mo Zixuan's expression changes slightly, he calls out sadly, "Mom, I am your son, how could I forget you."
