Third-person POV
After successfully calmed Zhang Wei down, Hong er smiled gently and wanted to ask what happened that caused Zhang Wei to burst into tears, but she pondered again and decided to not ask the question. For a child to cry out in a stranger's arms, the child must have gone through such horrible pain that it left a huge scar in his heart.
But when she was going to take the bowl that she set aside, Zhang Wei seized her hands and wrote on her palm as fast as he could. The excitement in his heart made him unable to think anything but to make Hong er to realize that he was her son.
"Mother, it's me, Zhang Wei, your son!" Zhang Wei excitedly recited every word that he wrote.
Hong er didn't react for quite a while, a strange feeling slowly rose from the deepest of Zhang Wei's heart.
'Why is Mother not saying anything? Do I write too fast?' Zhang Wei lamented in his heart.