Her eyes bore clear trails of tears, and through the mist in her eyes, she choked up as she looked at Zhou Jingwei, "Jingwei, Mom had a nightmare."
Her tone was grievous, and her emotions seemed unstable.
"What nightmare?" Zhou Jingwei asked in a grave voice, his hands steadying Lin Xuansu who was nearly collapsing in front of him, his tone soothing, "Sit down first, and tell me about it slowly."
"Xuansu..." Zhou Bingquan, who had always carried a smile, suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice, his expression tinged with subtle pain. He pleaded, "Don't do this, Jingwei has finally come back for once. Let him have a good meal, okay?"
Lin Xuansu's back stiffened for a moment, her grip on Zhou Jingwei's sleeve instinctively tightening, and her face showed an expression akin to entangled agony.
