Hearing the name Bai Xiaolu was no better than hearing Xiao Hai's.
Zhu Qianying had thought that her little boy had probably really forgotten about Bai Xiaolu.
Because, indeed, this was the first time in months that he had brought her up of his own accord.
"Mommy, is Bai Xiaolu never coming back?"
Before Zhu Qianying could recover from her shock, her little boy dropped another bombshell.
Zhu Qianying tried hard to hide her inner panic, reaching out to gently pinch her little guy's cheeks.
"Nonsense! How could that be?!" Zhu Qianying vehemently denied it, but in reality, she felt quite guilty.
So, her son had noticed her unease?
Had he also inferred something from the gradually diminishing video calls and never-answered phone calls?
Her son didn't speak again, but with his backpack on, he headed into the living room.
Since then, Zhu Qianying really hadn't heard her son mention Bai Xiaolu again, until he had grown into a tall young boy.
But that was many years later.
