The hall was silent for a moment, the mother and son just stared at each other like this, neither of them speaking, forgetting to speak, forgetting to move.
Qing Yi snapped out of his daze, looked at Wen Xiao'ai, then lowered his head to look at the little guy standing still, before gently pushing the little guy's back, so excited and delighted that he couldn't speak for a moment.
He looked at Wen Xiao'ai again, then lowered his head and finally spoke to the little guy: "…Young master, it's mom."
The little guy was gently pushed by Qing Yi, taking a step forward with his footsteps, but then stopped, not continuing to take a second step.
He kept looking at Wen Xiao'ai, unblinkingly, as if he hadn't heard Qing Yi's words just now, nor felt Qing Yi's push, just stared motionlessly at Wen Xiao'ai.
Seeing the little guy unmoved, and Wen Xiao'ai's tears flowing fiercely, Qing Yi hurriedly continued to push the little guy forward.
