When he got home, Huo Yi's mother was no longer in the living room. He didn't think much of it and went straight upstairs.
Entering the room, he saw his mother rifling through his luggage. His eyes narrowed: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Huo Yi's mother was holding an album. Hearing him shout, her hand shook, and the album fell to the ground.
Huo Yi took two steps forward, looked at the photos amidst the scattered glass, squatted down, pushed aside the glass, and picked up the photos.
"Who gave you permission to touch my things?" Huo Yi shouted.
"I just wanted to see... As expected, you really brought it. She doesn't care about you at all anymore, so why are you holding onto this?"
Why is he so stubborn?
"Why don't you find a nice girl, start a relationship, get married, and have children?"
There are plenty of women in the world, why is he so fixated on one?
What's the point of all this?
"Mom, it's not that I don't want to let go, it's just that I can't."
