Jiang Si merely nodded, pushing the wheelchair to the other side of the mountaintop.
The mother stared blankly at the surging sea below, watching the dancing snowflakes weave a white world.
Like a grand funeral, with wreaths and banners scattered across the peaks.
"Son."
The mother's lips moved, with saliva unwittingly flowing, she tilted her body, "Are you cold?"
"Not cold."
Saying that, Jiang Si took off his recently bought coat and laid it over his mother, casually wiping away her saliva.
The mother trembled and extended her hand beyond the peak.
Below is the surging sea, she catches those snowflakes.
"Jiang Si."
"Hmm."
"Son."
"Hmm."
"My little treasure."
"What?"
"Nothing," the mother murmured, "I just wanted to call out, Si, little Si, eldest..."
Enumerating, she called out all nicknames for Jiang Si from the past.
Jiang Si patiently responded to each.
"Mom, there's a dream."
"Tell me."
