“ abnormalities, but also a hint of deep affection hidden in the relax
moments passed by, evening fell quietly. the soft light from the streetlamp cast a warm glow on the quiet living room, making the air seem to be filled with a faint fragrance of incense. zhou wansheng sat on the sofa, holding the child in her arms, her eyes gently looking at the ceiling as if lost in thought.

the little guy in her arms kept kicking his small feet, as if wanting to break through something. zhou wansheng gently rubbed his back, her voice soft like silk. “little dude, what’s wrong? Tell mom, what’s bothering you?”
the child pouted, his small face scratched with a sad expression, like a ventriloquist’s dummy whose strings had been cut. finally, after a long time, he stammered, “mom… i had a bad dream”
zhou wansheng’s heart softened, she kissed his forehead and said, “what kind of dream? tell mom”
the child said unclearly, “dreaming that… dad is gone… only mom and me are left…” his voice gradually became smaller, as if scared.