Ah Jiu stood at the door and saw the person he had been yearning for, sitting alive on the bed, staring directly at him. His legs went soft, and he fell to the ground.
How many days and nights, how many times has he blamed himself, how many times has he woken up in nightmares, with no trace of her by his side. That kind of panic is like a beast with a gaping bloody mouth, ready to swallow him at any time.
Every time he heard there's no news, he felt a bitter disappointment, followed by blame towards himself. It was him who wronged the mother and son.
He was incapable.
Ah Jiu opened his mouth and reached out his hand, but his throat was blocked by something, unable to utter a word. Only tears flowed down, unbidden.
Wufu rarely cries, but she cried when giving birth in the Ancient Tomb, out of fear and helplessness.
Now, upon seeing the person closest and most trusted, her tears fell uncontrollably, out of grievance.
