Back to the Starting Point _2

At this memorial service, it seemed that no one paid any attention to the boy's presence. From beginning to end, he hadn't uttered a single word. He had sat there quietly for a long time, his eyes already red-rimmed from exhaustion. He must have been sleepless for days and nights.

Wen Zhi recognized the boy; he was Shang Hexing.

She had not expected to meet not only Shang Hexing's young parents but also Shang Hexing himself as a boy.

He participated in his mother's memorial service in complete silence, now sitting in the corner without speaking, looking as if he were about to shatter into pieces.

Wen Zhi walked step by step to Shang Hexing, knelt down, and tried to reach out to touch him, to embrace him, to comfort him.

But she couldn't touch anything; all she could do was fret helplessly.

"Shang Hexing, can you hear me speaking?"

"Shang Hexing, you have to stay strong. In the future, I will be with you, I will always be..."