For so many years, this kind of love had cut deep into the bones, and letting go was anything but easy.
Even without love, there ought to be some affection left.
Thinking this, Bo Chengyan's eyes suddenly darkened, but he no longer felt any pity for her.
He hated her, hated her to the point that he did not want to think of her, did not want to care about that affection.
It was at this moment his phone rang. It rang for a long time before he finally took it out.
It was Cheng Xinlan calling.
He just looked at the screen, never answering, for a long, long time, the phone kept ringing.
In the end, Bo Chengyan still picked it up.
"Mom..." As the word "mom" left his mouth, his voice was already hoarse, as if squeezed from his throat, utterly devoid of any vitality.
Cheng Xinlan was incredibly worried and felt heartache, wiping away tears as she asked, "Son, where are you? Come home, please, don't let us worry."