Wei Tianyang gazed at the familiar silhouette of his mother by the window.
He wanted to approach, but his steps seemed stuck to the floor, unable to move.
His mother turned her head to look at him, smiled gently, and said, "Tianyang, I've caused you trouble."
"We won't be apart anymore," Wei Tianyang said.
He stepped forward and embraced his mother, just like a child.
"My son is no longer frail, you've been doing well these years, I can tell," his mother said with a smile.
Wei Tianyang did not speak, allowing his mother to stroke his head.
"I've heard... the whole world fears you. What have you been doing all these years?" his mother asked.
"Mom... they're lying," Wei Tianyang said softly, with closed eyes.
"Tell mom, have you done some bad things? They say you've killed many people…" asked his mother.
"I haven't," Wei Tianyang said.
"Yang... you didn't use to lie," his mother said.
