She pressed her hand tightly over her mouth, preventing herself from crying out loud. Is this still her child? That obedient, rarely speaking, but always smiling warmly son?
Although Li Sixing had autism, under the efforts of Zhang Wen and Li Taishan, he gradually became accustomed to interacting with the outside world. Previously, Li Sixing's room was filled with sunlight and fresh air. He liked to sit quietly in a rocking chair under the sun, appreciating the albums in his hands. Or he would stand by the windowsill, holding a paintbrush, drawing his own world on clean paper.
But now, that once sun-filled child seemed to have lost his soul, fallen into endless darkness, unable to return.
And all this was caused by her, his mother.
Zhang Wen cried silently, lingering at the door, unable to step in.
