She opened the paper and her deep eyes fell on the familiar face of the woman in the painting.

Jiang Sui carefully and repeatedly stroked the woman's cheek, his eyes full of reluctance and attachment.

How does it feel to watch your mother become someone else's mother?

It was difficult for her to express her sadness now.

But, I just can't express my thoughts to anyone.

If I say that, I'm afraid I'll be considered a lunatic, right?

Jiang Sui's eyes were red and she sighed deeply with emotion.

"If only you could continue to be my mother..."

Her voice was soft, yet unusually heavy.

Jiang Sui suppressed her choking emotions and looked carefully at the painting in front of her.

The woman in the painting before her eyes overlaps and merges with the Xu Huiqing in her memory.

In a trance, Jiang Sui seemed to see her mother standing in front of her.

She smiled and held out her hand to herself.

There were no strange looks and no polite remarks.

Just like always, he held her in his arms.

The imaginary Xu Huiqing is just a mother, Jiang Sui's mother.

Her heart was aching violently, and Jiang Sui supported herself on the corner of the bed with one hand, barely able to keep herself steady.

The crystal tears slid down uncontrollably like a broken string.

Jiang Sui tried hard to suppress her emotions, but it was late at night and there was no one around.

Everything burst out.

She couldn't control it.

"Mom, I miss you so much... But why don't you remember me? Don't you want me anymore?"

Jiang Sui didn’t know how long she cried. When she was tired, she lay on the bed holding the painting.