Everything will be the same if his mum doesn't visit all of a sudden.
A mum knows her kid best.
With one glance, his mum knows something is wrong with her son.
“... Yunting?” She calls him, a little anxious.
They are having a meal together.
Ji Yunting looks up and gives her a smile: “What’s the matter, mum?”
Her hands are a little shaky. She says in a small voice: “You don’t have to smile if you don’t want to.”
He pauses for a second, still smiling: “What are you talking about?”
She puts down her chopsticks. “What happened?”
He looks the same as he swallows the food slowly.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about me.” His eyes lower.
She can’t tell his expression now.
“Let’s go shopping together.”
Ji Yunting shakes his head: “Sorry, I can't. I must log into the game later.”
His mum frowns. “It’s just a game. Can’t you play later?”
“I can't. I must wait for someone.” He insists.
His mum sighs. Looking at her son, she says: “If anything happens, make sure you talk to me, okay?”
“Mum.”
He suddenly calls her. Then he asks with all seriousness: “What were you like when dad passed away?”
His mum is stunned by this question.
Looking at her son, she asks: “Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”
“Just a bit curious.”
His mum looks a little sad. “It felt like... the end of the world. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Without him, everything was meaningless.”
Ji Yunting listens to her quietly. He only says when she stops: “But you married Uncle Qin.”
It sounds like a question to his mum, however, it also sounds as if he is muttering to himself: “Did you forget dad in such a short time?”
“I didn’t forget him.”
She says: “No matter how sad you are, it passes. Besides, you have new people come into your life as well.”
Ji Yunting fills her a bowl of soup and passes it to her. Hearing that, he smiles: “Perhaps.”
However, he says to himself, that’s not the case.
Not a year, not another, not ten years, it won't.
His heart has little space. It has already been filled up with one person. How can he ever make space for another?
Seeing his mum off, he goes to sleep.
In his dream, he sees Ah Zhao on the plain where he first met her. She is as aloof as ever. But she smiles happily at him.
“Ji Yunting, promise you’ll come and find me.” She reaches out for him.
He wants to take her hand. However, before he can, her figure turns into dots of light and disappears under a breeze.
He wakes up. It’s four in the morning.
He hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Sighing, he rubs his throbbing temples and falls into a trance sitting on his bed.
In the dark all by himself, loneliness is magnified to the maximum.
Emotions he chooses to ignore during the day suddenly explodes and swallows him like a flood.
Grabbing his pajama around his chest, he feels a heartache, because of which, he feels it hard to breathe.
“Ah Zhao... Ah Zhao...”
He calls her below his breath.
It feels like her smile, her everything is a film, playing on and on in his mind.
A drop of tear falls on his quilt.
“... I miss you so much.”
Everything will be the same if his mum doesn't visit all of a sudden.
A mum knows her kid best.
With one glance, his mum knows something is wrong with her son.
“... Yunting?” She calls him, a little anxious.
They are having a meal together.
Ji Yunting looks up and gives her a smile: “What’s the matter, mum?”
Her hands are a little shaky. She says in a small voice: “You don’t have to smile if you don’t want to.”
He pauses for a second, still smiling: “What are you talking about?”
She puts down her chopsticks. “What happened?”
He looks the same as he swallows the food slowly.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about me.” His eyes lower.
She can’t tell his expression now.
“Let’s go shopping together.”
Ji Yunting shakes his head: “Sorry, I can't. I must log into the game later.”
His mum frowns. “It’s just a game. Can’t you play later?”
“I can't. I must wait for someone.” He insists.
His mum sighs. Looking at her son, she says: “If anything happens, make sure you talk to me, okay?”
“Mum.”
He suddenly calls her. Then he asks with all seriousness: “What were you like when dad passed away?”
His mum is stunned by this question.
Looking at her son, she asks: “Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”
“Just a bit curious.”
His mum looks a little sad. “It felt like... the end of the world. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Without him, everything was meaningless.”
Ji Yunting listens to her quietly. He only says when she stops: “But you married Uncle Qin.”
It sounds like a question to his mum, however, it also sounds as if he is muttering to himself: “Did you forget dad in such a short time?”
“I didn’t forget him.”
She says: “No matter how sad you are, it passes. Besides, you have new people come into your life as well.”
Ji Yunting fills her a bowl of soup and passes it to her. Hearing that, he smiles: “Perhaps.”
However, he says to himself, that’s not the case.
Not a year, not another, not ten years, it won't.
His heart has little space. It has already been filled up with one person. How can he ever make space for another?
Seeing his mum off, he goes to sleep.
In his dream, he sees Ah Zhao on the plain where he first met her. She is as aloof as ever. But she smiles happily at him.
“Ji Yunting, promise you’ll come and find me.” She reaches out for him.
He wants to take her hand. However, before he can, her figure turns into dots of light and disappears under a breeze.
He wakes up. It’s four in the morning.
He hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Sighing, he rubs his throbbing temples and falls into a trance sitting on his bed.
In the dark all by himself, loneliness is magnified to the maximum.
Emotions he chooses to ignore during the day suddenly explodes and swallows him like a flood.
Grabbing his pajama around his chest, he feels a heartache, because of which, he feels it hard to breathe.
“Ah Zhao... Ah Zhao...”
He calls her below his breath.
It feels like her smile, her everything is a film, playing on and on in his mind.
A drop of tear falls on his quilt.
“... I miss you so much.”
