"You're waiting for Yanzhi, aren't you?" Mrs. Xia guessed as she noticed her daughter staring at the intersection.
Xia Yunsheng denied it, "No, I'm not."
If he wanted to come back, he would do so on his own. Why would she wait for him?
Seeing her denial devoid of confidence, Mrs. Xia was more assured of her hypothesis.
She said, "You should go to sleep early!"
Having said that, she didn't interfere with her.
Xia Yunsheng stared at the intersection, hoping that Cheng Yanzhi would come back like he did the previous night. Even if he was late, it wouldn't matter, as long as he returned!
However, no matter how long she waited, he didn't show up.
When she returned upstairs, Mrs. Xia was already asleep. The house was cold and quiet, and she felt depressed.
Early the next morning, Xia Yunsheng woke up to a breakfast made by Mrs. Xia herself.
Having not tasted her mother's cooking in many years, the familiar taste touched her deeply.
