"??"

Wen Xingze actually said dirty words.

Janice looked dumbfounded.

"I don't want to meet new people or form a new family someday in the future. I don't want to just write the people I love in my memoirs. I don't bother to become a great genius in the world... I don't want to be like this. Let go, forget. I just found them to find the old, and I didn’t get anything, so what?"

"My home is gone, why should I put it down?!

"You are not my parents, why should I be obedient?!"

Wen Xingze finished these words all at once, and suddenly felt that the whole person was refreshed. The huge rock that had been pressing on his heart for a month seemed to be shattered and annihilated in an instant.

What's more amazing is that he seemed to touch a little thread vaguely... Wen Xingze stared at the pot of green plants on the window sill.

He must have forgotten something, must have returned? What details did he have? Didn't remember.

But there is no specific outline yet. He still needs some time.

He maintained his basic courtesy, nodded to Janice, and hurried out the door.

With a bang. The door closed.

"..."

indoor.

Janice sat on the sofa for a long time without turning on the light. She recalled how Wen Xingze had just said those words-although naive, her angry appearance was extremely vivid.

This child has grown up.

she thinks.

The thunder roared outside the window, and the light of lightning burst instantly, illuminating the room: the woman sitting on the sofa had disappeared, replaced by an old white cat curled up.

The white cat has a pair of mandarin ducks with different pupils.

It? It licked its own paw laboriously, then jumped onto the window sill, bit the daisy that had been blown away by the wind and rain, and disappeared into the rain.