Qi Er cried even louder, shaking his head as he sobbed.
His father had made it very clear to him today, saying that he was already grown up now and could no longer call Aunt Gu "Mother" like he did when he was little, and even more so he could no longer fling himself into Aunt Gu's arms at every turn like when he was small.
His father had also said that the birth mother who bore him was no longer alive.
Gu Yunjiao held Qi Er in her arms, and he cried for a long time.
At first You Er stood by, watching the heartbroken Qi Er and not knowing what to do; later he quietly walked away.
When Qi Er's crying had died down, Gu Yunjiao took a handkerchief and wiped his tears dry.
Qi Er lowered his head, and after a long while finally said, "Aunt Gu, thank you."
Gu Yunjiao's hand stopped in midair, and a strong sense of loss surged up in her.
She had been raising him since he was two until he was this big; hearing this distant-sounding "Aunt Gu" today, she felt an indescribable pain.
