Mommy...
Chu Yanshen's hand paused slightly.
He looked up, staring at Chu Xiaomeng in astonishment, his throat suddenly tightened, "What did you say...?"
"Mommy, it's Mommy!" Chu Xiaomeng pointed at the painting, but when she saw Chu Yanshen's reddened eyes, she asked in confusion, "Isn't this Mommy?"
"...No, it's not."
Chu Yanshen lowered his phoenix eyes and carefully rolled up the scroll, putting it away.
Then, he reached out with his large hand and ruffled Chu Xiaomeng's hair.
Chu Xiaomeng furrowed her small brow, her soft hair slightly ruffled by Chu Yanshen's hand in an uncomfortable way. She wanted to dodge, but seeing Chu Yanshen's expression, she could only cough once, "If she's not Mommy, then who is she?"
"She was a very, very good... friend."
Chu Yanshen thought for a long time before he found an appropriate term to use in front of the child when referring to her.
"Okay."
