Bai Yue didn't know how she had gotten home. It was as if pieces of her memory were simply missing, never existing in her mind. Lying on her warm kang, she suddenly chuckled, but the sound soon became eerie in the empty room. She worried about waking her three sons.
Thinking of her sons, her reasoning began to return.
Yes, she still had three sons.
If it had been just her, maybe she would have had the courage to recklessly run away with Wang Yan once. She really would have left with him to a place where no one knew them, to start over, even if life proved difficult, but now it was different, she still had three sons.
She couldn't just ruin her children's lives, running away with three sons and a man. What kind of situation would that be, especially with the youngest still needing to go to school? She could not, in a moment of impulse, disregard everything.
She was no longer a young girl, having lost the right to act without thinking.
