"...Ah?" Ye Xingbei snapped back to reality, realizing something, rubbed her face, and smiled at him, "Xiao Shu, what's wrong?"
"Mom!" Xiao Shumiao nestled into her arms, looking up at her with a little face: "Are you unhappy?"
"Yes," Ye Xingbei stroked his little cheek: "Mom is going back to Jiang City tomorrow to pay respects to your grandparents… Mom misses them, so she's not in a good mood. But it's okay, Mom will be fine after a bit."
"Oh, I understand!" Xiao Shumiao nodded, "During Qingming Festival, the rain falls in succession, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where is the tavern? A shepherd boy points far away to Apricot Blossom Village... Mom, do you want to drink?"
Ye Xingbei: "...No need, thank you, Xiao Shu."
