Chapter One: Longing

  Airport.

  Tong Mai gazed out at the sea of people, where countless individuals were embracing each other warmly, unable to conceal their excitement and joy at being reunited.

  If her mother were still alive, she would have come to pick her up early like other mothers, waiting for her return... Unfortunately, she didn't have that fate! The only one who loved her dearly had passed away prematurely.

  She pushed her luggage forward, not looking at the people waiting to pick up others, because she could predict that no one would welcome her back. She simply put on a pair of large sunglasses to cover up all the loss in her eyes!

  Actually, she doesn't have much to lose either! Hasn't she gotten used to it? Used to being alone, used to not being valued, used to being despised...

  "Taxi! XX Cemetery."

  She hailed a taxi and headed for the cemetery where her mother was buried...

  The weather in March, with a gentle breeze carrying a hint of coolness, feels refreshing on the face.

  "Mom, it's been a long time since I came to see you, are you angry?"

  As soon as Tong Mai arrived at her tombstone, she tightly hugged it, unable to conceal her longing for her mother.

  "Mom, I miss you so much... so much... " The voice coming out of her mouth gradually became somewhat unclear. At this moment, tears fell down her cheeks, and at this moment, she seemed to become exceptionally weak.

  "Mother, are you resentful? The love you've been waiting for so long, what did it bring? It brought his betrayal!" And also brought your own death.

  Tong Mai's tearful eyes gazed at her mother's beautiful and elegant portrait, a pang of heartache and hatred intertwined in her chest, tormenting her intensely.

  However, the more painful it was, she stubbornly wiped away the tears on her face, as if to prove that she had never cried, wiping away the tears cleanly...

  His mother doesn't hate him, but that doesn't mean she won't hate him.

  He had never taken on the responsibility of being a father to her, she didn't blame him for that, but his cruelty to her mother was something she could never forgive.

  At this thought, a thick revenge flashed in Tong Mai's eyes, as if he hated his father for burying his mother.

  She gently wiped her photo with her sleeve, heartbroken. "No matter what, I will live a strong life." Only in this way can her mother be at ease and not worry about her...

  Leaning against her tombstone, it's as if she never left. Recalling the love and care my mother had for her in the past, it was like being filled with honey, so sweet and endearing. But in reality, I'm alone now, feeling empty and unsupported, the loneliness expanding to its maximum within me.

  It was unclear how much time had passed, perhaps due to the long flight, her body was exhausted; or perhaps it was because she had returned to her mother's "embrace", a long-forgotten, familiar feeling that made her feel so at ease, and she fell asleep...

  No nightmares, no waking up with a start, she slept as if in a deep slumber... This was the first time she had slept so soundly since her mother's death when she was six years old.

  In her dream, she seemed to see her mother's face, gently stroking her head, embracing her in her arms. Every move was so intimate and indulgent. But suddenly, her mother let go of her hand and disappeared into the dust...

  "Mom, mom... wait for me..."

  A urgent voice escaped from her throat, and her two hands waved continuously in the air.

  "Wheat, wheat, wake up... wake up..."

  A thick voice resounded above her head and shook her body...