“???”
Wen Xingze actually swore.
Janice looked completely bewildered.
"I don't want to meet someone new or start a new family someday. I don't want the people I love to just be written down in my memoirs. I'm too lazy to become some great genius or genius the world talks about... I don't want to just let go and forget. Even if I search for them until I'm old and find nothing, so what?"
"I've lost my home, why should I let it go?!
"You are not my parents, why should I obey you?!"
Wen Xingze finished saying all these words at once, and suddenly he felt refreshed. The huge rock that had been weighing on his heart for the past month seemed to be shattered in an instant.
What’s even more magical is that he seemed to vaguely touch a little thread... Wen Xingze stared at the pot of green plants on the windowsill.
He must have forgotten something, there must be some details that he didn't remember.
But there is no specific outline yet, he still needs some time.
Maintaining basic politeness, he nodded to Janice and hurried out the door.
With a bang, the door closed.
“…”
indoor.
Janice sat on the sofa for a long time without turning on the light. She recalled the way Wen Xingze had just said those words—although childish, his angry expression was very vivid.
This child has grown up.
She thought.
Thunder roared outside the window, and the flash of lightning suddenly became brighter, illuminating the room: the woman who was originally sitting on the sofa had disappeared, and in her place was a curled up, old white cat.
The white cat has a pair of heterochromatic eyes.
It licked its paws with difficulty, then jumped onto the windowsill, bit the daisy that was completely wilted by the wind and rain, and disappeared in the rain.
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