At Old Man Bai's home.
The light was faintly white, with Zheng Fa and two others sitting in the living room.
The atmosphere was somewhat gloomy.
"Your mother doesn't let you come here anymore?" Old Man Bai asked softly.
Tang Lingwu nodded gently, then shook her head.
She sniffled, as if not wanting to worry the others, and forced a natural smile: "My mom's condition has been a bit worse lately, so I want to spend more time with her."
Zheng Fa stared intently into Tang Lingwu's eyes.
Tang Lingwu, seemingly reluctant to meet Zheng Fa's gaze, bowed her head. The strands of hair on the side of her face fell, casting a shadow over her face, concealing the exhaustion and helplessness she felt.
"What exactly is the reason?" Zheng Fa asked.
"It's because of me." It was only after a long silence that Tang Lingwu softly replied: "I stayed here too late before, and my mom got a little angry..."
