When parting with Su Yifeng, An Yin saw his lost and depressed look, wanted to comfort him with a few words, but didn't know what to say after opening her mouth. In the end, they both simply said "goodbye" and returned to their dormitories.
Just like usual, she was the only one in the dormitory.
An Yin dialed Ms. An's number.
The call was picked up after just two rings.
"Mom," An Yin called sweetly.
On the other end of the phone, An Ying sensed that her daughter was a bit unusual. Both had a good mutual understanding and didn't mention An Yin sending back the keys.
"My sweet baby misses Mommy!" An Ying's voice was gentle, like a summer breeze, lightly brushing An Yin's heart and easing her feeling of dejection.
"Mm." An Yin responded.
"Now, can my darling daughter tell me, did something bother you? Can you share it with Mommy?" An Ying spoke slowly, very gently.
