Even though Feng Shufen stood strong when his mother left them back, he was still a kid in his teens who needed a mother like any other kid. It was a mistake that society thought he was different. After all, how different one kid can be. In the end of the day when the school would end and the children would return home, they would need their mother to listen to their story or sometime understand all of it just by having a look at them.
When Li Xue thought about all that, she couldn't help but feel that the pain which Shufen has undergone since young was a far intense that what she has experienced in her life. She couldn't even feel them to be comparable.
Feng Shufen had tears in his eyes, but he wasn't actually crying. He was just letting out the pain he held inside. When Li Xue felt he was fine enough, she slowly dipped down to his face and pecked on the top of his forehead. "Feeling relaxed now?"
