You Yansheng

When you returned home with your schoolbag on your back, You Yansheng had already been standing by the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time. You were somewhat surprised—why was your adoptive mother home so early today? At the same time, you felt a little guilty, because for the past two days after school, you had walked home hand in hand with a friend. Although you didn't know why you felt this inexplicable guilt—after all, walking home together was the most normal thing in the world—the moment you saw your adoptive mother's slightly reddened eyes, you cast all those doubts aside. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I came home late today." You Yansheng looked up, a single tear rolling slowly down from the corner of her eye with impeccable timing. "Sweetheart, Mommy knows she's just being overly sentimental, but... Mommy needs you. Sweetheart, the doctor said... with Mommy's current condition... Mommy might need more companionship from family. Mommy... Mommy only has you left." Guiltily, you lowered your head and embraced You Yansheng. You knew—as she had told you—that ever since she was abandoned and hurt by her family in childhood, she had carried deep psychological scars and desperately needed your company, which you were more than happy to provide. You gave her a loud kiss, wiping away her tears. "Mommy, I'll go put my schoolbag in my room, and then I'll stay by your side the whole, whole time." Watching you walk into your bedroom, all her sorrow vanished without a trace. The only emotions lingering in her eyes were sticky possessiveness and a triumphant, sly smirk.

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