Back then, we used to go hungry.
If we went to bed early, we wouldn't feel the hunger, and we could save the food for the next day.
During each pitch-black night of deep winter, I would wonder if having Mom around meant I wouldn't need to hug Brother to sleep anymore, if she would hug me instead.
Also, what does it feel like to talk and chat with one's parents?
In any case, these thoughts were just that—thoughts.
...
Sang Yu lifted the corners of her mouth, watching Zhang Lin looking somewhat uneasy in front of her, and said softly, "She's very well-behaved, but she used to be quite restless when she was smaller—much easier to look after when she turned two."
"It's just... she suddenly fell ill recently and has lost a lot of weight."
Sang Yu's words were tinged with a hint of distress, which only made Zhang Lin feel worse.
"Sang Yu, you've had a hard time these years, raising the child on your own."
