Chapter 22

Days passed like this. I didn’t go home at noon every day. I usually went home once every other day. Soon it was the weekend again.

Since my mother had a heat stroke last time, the door of the storeroom at home would not be closed on the dining table. My mother did not have any abnormality, but when she talked to me, both her expression and tone had changed slightly. However, it was not the kind of ambiguous and affectionate, but we could only say that our relationship was closer, much better than before, and much more easy-going than before.

After a while, I heard the sound of the back door opening. Mom came back. I couldn’t help but put down my phone and pretended to sleep. Sure enough, after a while, my door was gently opened, and then I heard Mom’s breathing. After Mom closed the door, the light in the house came on. I wanted to get out of bed to eavesdrop, but as soon as I lifted the quilt, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Mom actually came out. I quickly hid back in bed, thinking that Mom was going to look at me, but I heard the sound of Mom wearing slippers echoing in the corridor. After a while, I heard the sound of Mom entering the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.