"Little Shu..." Tang Ying's tone was a bit frantic as she interrupted, "You... mustn't let your imagination run wild. The person Brother Wen likes the most is you. How could he possibly develop feelings for Mom? Please... don't talk nonsense."
"Ah... Mom, stop deceiving yourself. When you slept here with me the night before last, you spoke in your sleep. Do you know how many times you called Brother Wen's name in your dream? I... heard it all. Even when you talk in your sleep, it's filled with emotion, with longing. I... can tell..." Tang Shu's voice was always gentle, it was hard to discern her thoughts at that moment...
