SHEN JI YUN shook his head. It had already been so long. He's no longer a child now. He no longer spent his days waiting night and day for his mother. Waiting for just a single call that wouldn't even come. The adult him had long given up on that. But the child in his heart was still probably waiting.
"Have you thought of meeting her?"
Luo Yan's question brought Shen Ji Yun back to the present. He was silent, as if thinking of an answer.
"I did, in the first few years. But because nothing really happened, my mind just became numb with that idea. And then, I no longer hoped or wished for it." A bitter smile unknowingly crossed his lips. "I'm such a bad son, right?"
"Of course not," Luo Yan quickly said. "You and your mother's situation could not just be classified into black and white. So, blaming either one just doesn't feel right."
