Everything will be the same if his mum doesn't visit all of a sudden .
A mum knows her kid best .
With one glance, his mum knows something is wrong with her son .
“ . . . Yunting?” She calls him, a little anxious .
They are having a meal together .
Ji Yunting looks up and gives her a smile: “What’s the matter, mum?”
Her hands are a little shaky . She says in a small voice: “You don’t have to smile if you don’t want to . ”
He pauses for a second, still smiling: “What are you talking about?”
She puts down her chopsticks . “What happened?”
He looks the same as he swallows the food slowly .
“Nothing . Don’t worry about me . ” His eyes lower .
She can’t tell his expression now .
“Let’s go shopping together . ”
Ji Yunting shakes his head: “Sorry, I can't . I must log into the game later . ”
His mum frowns . “It’s just a game . Can’t you play later?”
“I can't . I must wait for someone . ” He insists .
His mum sighs . Looking at her son, she says: “If anything happens, make sure you talk to me, okay?”
“Mum . ”
He suddenly calls her . Then he asks with all seriousness: “What were you like when dad passed away?”
His mum is stunned by this question .
Looking at her son, she asks: “Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”
“Just a bit curious . ”
His mum looks a little sad . “It felt like . . . the end of the world . I didn’t know what I was going to do . Without him, everything was meaningless . ”
Ji Yunting listens to her quietly . He only says when she stops: “But you married Uncle Qin . ”
It sounds like a question to his mum, however, it also sounds as if he is muttering to himself: “Did you forget dad in such a short time?”
“I didn’t forget him . ”
She says: “No matter how sad you are, it passes . Besides, you have new people come into your life as well . ”
Ji Yunting fills her a bowl of soup and passes it to her . Hearing that, he smiles: “Perhaps . ”
However, he says to himself, that’s not the case .
Not a year, not another, not ten years, it won't .
His heart has little space . It has already been filled up with one person . How can he ever make space for another?
Seeing his mum off, he goes to sleep .
In his dream, he sees Ah Zhao on the plain where he first met her . She is as aloof as ever . But she smiles happily at him .
“Ji Yunting, promise you’ll come and find me . ” She reaches out for him .
He wants to take her hand . However, before he can, her figure turns into dots of light and disappears under a breeze .
He wakes up . It’s four in the morning .
He hasn't been sleeping well lately .
Sighing, he rubs his throbbing temples and falls into a trance sitting on his bed .
In the dark all by himself, loneliness is magnified to the maximum .
Emotions he chooses to ignore during the day suddenly explodes and swallows him like a flood .
Grabbing his pajama around his chest, he feels a heartache, because of which, he feels it hard to breathe .
“Ah Zhao . . . Ah Zhao . . . ”
He calls her below his breath .
It feels like her smile, her everything is a film, playing on and on in his mind .
A drop of tear falls on his quilt .
“ . . . I miss you so much . ”