The first to seriously talk about giving up was An Yunhua, who dejectedly sat back down in her wheelchair, "Let's not practice anymore, if I am crippled, then let it be!"
Xiang Wan knew deep down that this wasn't her mother's usual temperament, "Alright, alright, no practice today, we'll continue tomorrow."
It's true that once someone falls ill, they become like a child.
Today was the last day of the New Year's holiday, and Xiang Wan had to go to school for classes tomorrow.
The next morning, as she was leaving, An Yunhua escorted her to the door, her face showing reluctance: "What time will you be back? Don't be like your dad, always staying out and not coming home."
Xiang Wan couldn't help but smile wryly, using the tone one might with a child: "I'll come back right after school, very soon. It'll still be light when I get home. You wait for me at home, and don't throw a tantrum, okay?"
