Lin Xiangwan stared blankly as her tiny son rushed toward her, clutching onto her tightly and crying fiercely. "Mom, I don't want dad. Let's go, let's leave him!" he pleaded.
As he spoke, he took his mother's hand, ready to leave.
However, under the icy glare of the child's father, the boy's mother seemed to lose her ability to act, standing immobilized.
She held his gaze, awaiting questioning.
Qin Muchuan, holding Tongtong's small hand, walked towards her, utterly serious, his words leaving no room for dispute. "We must have a proper discussion!" he announced.
What had to come, came. Now there was no chance to evade it. Lin Xiangwan nodded gently. "Okay!"
She had never expected this moment to arrive so quickly, she thought she could conceal the truth perpetually.
A cold wind blew by, stirring the green branches into a chaotic dance in the air, casting an even more unsettled atmosphere over the night...
Tock, tock, tock...
