Seeing the spoiled food on the table, Xiao Shuai felt as though his heart was being fiercely clenched.
He knew very well that his mother was blind and had difficulty moving, mainly relying on him to support her.
In the three months he was in the detention center, how could the little money left at home be enough?
He could almost imagine how his mother divided one meal into several to eat.
In darkness and solitude, who knows how much suffering she endured to get through these ninety odd days and nights.
A huge wave of guilt and heartache surged in his heart like a tide.
Xiao Shuai abruptly turned his head away, not wanting his mother to notice.
He wiped the warm moisture from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears, still uncontrollably, flowed through his fingers.
Li Guifen did not know her son's thoughts, she just rambled on:
"Ren, although sailing can earn money, it's too hard and too dangerous."
