With lowered head, Cheng Yang cried as he clutched his mother's hand that was still on his cheek. He didn't dare to raise his head as he was afraid of what he would see in her mother's eyes.
He wanted to cherish this last moment in his mother's warmness where he could feel her love and care for him. Because he didn't know whether he would be able to feel it again or not.
His eyes went back to blank when he felt his mother's hand slipping out of his hold. He didn't held it anymore and let it slip away.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered again as his voice choked because of his uprising emotions but he suppressed them.
He waited for her to shout out, hit him, beat the sh*t out of him. He deserved it.
However, what he heard was a small whisper.
"Were you escaping from me because of this?"
Mrs. Cheng looked shocked as she looked at his son. Cheng Yang didn't answer his mother's question but Mrs. Cheng already knew the answer.
