"I was so happy to see you."
"But... I didn't feel like she was very happy." The scene that Jiangjiang had imagined was her rushing over, hugging him high, and giving him a few fierce kisses.
"She just doesn't know how to interact with you. Aren't you the same?"
"True." Jiangjiang pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "Dad, I held her hand just now, she smells so good."
"Her? That's your mother..."
Jiangjiang remained silent. Even though he knew deep down, the sudden change in how he addressed her was something he wasn't comfortable with; Jiang Yanting didn't force him either.
*
When they came out, Shen Zhixian had composed herself, but her eyes were red. Seeing Jiangjiang, she couldn't help her tears welling up. She wanted to hug him tight but was breathing rapidly, her fingers trembling, she didn't dare...
Afraid of scaring him.
Jiangjiang frowned, reached into his pocket, took out a small handkerchief, and handed it to her, "Don't cry."
