"Mom—let go of everything from the past, let go of the hatred in your heart, and you'll see life isn't as bad as you think. You still have me, Grandpa, and Shanshan..."
Mu Yingchen supported his mother as she collapsed toward the floor, his tone filled with sorrow.
Mu's mother had been so agitated by Mu Yingchen's earlier actions that she couldn't utter a word. Her eyes were fixed, stunned, on the white fragments of paper scattered on the ground, and her emotions suddenly flared up again.
"I don't want to let go. Why should I let go! Can letting go bring your father back to life? Can it heal the injuries I've suffered? I hate them, I hate them!!"
Mu Yingchen held his mother's out-of-control body tightly, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.
It seemed that, for the moment, she was still unable to untie the knots in her heart.
"Mom, why do you have to make yourself like this?" Why was she so different from the woman he remembered?
