The two stood by the roadside, engaging in a casual conversation, with no hint of impatience on either face, instead exuding a complete sense of comfort. Time quietly slipped away from them at this moment. "Buzz buzz buzz..." Read full story at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 A vibrating sound came from her pocket. An Yin lowered her head and took out her phone from her pocket. She turned aside and walked a few steps away, discovering it was a call from Ms. An, and quickly answered it. "Where are you now? Normally, you’d be home by this time." On the other end of the phone, Ms. An’s voice was both worried and anxious. "I’ve already gotten off the bus. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon." "Stay safe on the road." An Ying’s voice was soft and gentle. Upon hearing An Yin’s response, An Ying then hung up the phone. The person talking to the little girl on the phone must be her family, as the little girl’s words were filled with complete dependence, reflected Meng Heming. After the call, An Yin put the phone back in her pocket, walked a few steps forward to pull her suitcase, looking at him with clear eyes, "Bye!" The words "bye" reached his lips and were swallowed down, instead turning into, "Hmm." An Yin pulled her suitcase and turned away. Meng Heming stood still, watching her cross the road, but then saw her pause on the other side, and then she waved lightly towards him. That was a gesture of goodbye. By the time he reacted, he raised his long arm high and waved towards her. On the road, cars sped past them one after another. When he looked up again, the little girl had already entered the opposite alley, and gradually her figure completely disappeared. Meng Heming’s gaze fell on the area where the little girl vanished, and all he saw were uneven, dilapidated old buildings, appearing like old-style buildings from many years ago. Yet, where he stood were newly built high-rise buildings. Meng Heming lowered his eyes, a sense of melancholy spread from his heart, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, he took steps along the winding path, walking aimlessly, with no expression on his face. Old-style buildings, downstairs of the community. An Ying paced back and forth in the cold wind, occasionally glancing at the muddy path. Her delicate face had a nose reddened by the cold, yet she still frequently looked towards where An Yin would appear. When An Ying lowered her eyes, a joyful shout came from afar, brightening An Ying’s eyes as she walked towards her daughter’s direction. "Let me take it." An Ying said, then went to grab the suitcase from her daughter’s hand. "No need, I can carry it." An Yin posed as if she was defending her suitcase to the death. Seeing this, An Ying knew her daughter was worried about her, so she didn’t insist. "Slow down." An Ying watched her daughter’s slender figure carry the big suitcase, her face full of worry. "I’m not a child anymore." An Yin murmured. When they reached the fourth floor, An Yin was already out of breath, just about to put down the suitcase to rest, when An Ying saw this, she directly grasped the handle. "For the remaining two floors, I’ll do it." An Ying’s tone was uncharacteristically firm. "I’ll carry it after resting a bit." An Yin didn’t want to let go. "Don’t make mom angry." An Ying’s voice was very gentle, despite being angry, there wouldn’t be much emotional upheaval. But An Yin knew, despite Ms. An’s good temper, when she gets angry, it’s quite hard to appease! "Alright." An Yin finally let go. An Ying carried the suitcase step by step upward, An Yin occasionally looking back. Since Ms. An had that serious illness, An Yin had become very sensitive about her health condition. Once home, An Yin collapsed directly onto the soft sofa, her big eyes vacantly staring at the ceiling, blinking. Her mind suddenly recalled the man she met earlier! "What are you spacing out for?" An Ying saw the first thing her daughter did after coming home was lie down, assuming she was tired, after all, she had dragged the suitcase for quite a long way. "Mom, I met a very handsome middle-aged man today." An Yin, thinking of the man’s stern face, said with a smile. "You child." An Ying murmured after pushing the suitcase to a corner, obviously not taking her words to heart, "Take off the mask first." Upon hearing Ms. An’s words, An Yin replied firmly. An Ying frowned, her gaze focused on her daughter’s face, "Have you caught a cold?" As she spoke, her heart tightened with worry. An Yin knew she couldn’t hide it from her, she turned away slightly, avoiding her intense gaze, muttering, "Just a runny nose, not even a fever..." by the end, her voice was almost inaudible. An Ying approached, touched An Yin’s forehead with her hand, and after confirming there was no fever, she relaxed, "Go take a hot shower, sweat out the chill from traveling." Faced with Ms. An’s words, An Yin didn’t dare to resist, she slowly stood up, just about to walk towards the bedroom but was pushed towards the bathroom by An Ying. "I’ll go fetch your clothes." "Alright." An Yin said helplessly. Every time her health showed a slight issue, Ms. An would get overly worried, An Yin was already used to it. After seeing her enter the bathroom, An Ying went to An Yin’s bedroom to get her clothes, then went to the kitchen to busy herself. When An Yin came out of the bathroom, she was immediately hit by a pungent smell. An Ying’s voice came from the kitchen. An Yin felt that Ms. An must have eyes on her back, being in the kitchen and still able to notice her coming out of the bathroom immediately. "Okay." An Yin obediently complied. Shortly after lying down, An Ying came in with steaming ginger sugar water. "Here, drink it while it’s hot." An Ying carefully placed it on the bedside table. An Yin lay on the pillow, having guessed what Ms. An was making the moment she smelled it earlier. "Got it." An Yin wiggled over to the bedside table. An Ying handed her a white spoon. An Yin took a sip after blowing on it, the tip of her tongue felt a sudden burn. "Be careful, blow on it a bit more and it won’t be hot." The words carried a hint of reproach, yet her face was full of concern. "Mom, I want to drink it later." An Yin put down the spoon, her voice soft and cute, clearly acting coquettishly. An Yin obediently handed over the spoon. Then, An Ying sat by the bed, scooping it up spoonful by spoonful, blowing on it gently. An Yin lay on her side with her head on the pillow, her bright eyes unblinking at the other person, the scene before her had played out countless times in her childhood. Ms. An’s love had always been wordlessly silent.