I hardly slept a wink all night. My parents' faces kept spinning in my mind. The mother who doted on me so, desperately trying to coax me into a better mood. The father who hoisted me onto his shoulders and was always so proud of me. They grew steadily older in the passing years, yet I had failed to fulfill my duties as a son. Not only that, but with my stubborn persistence, I had deeply hurt them. The older generation's anxieties, the younger generation's recklessness—this seemed like an eternal, unresolvable dead knot.
When I woke up, my forehead was covered in sweat, and even my shirt stuck clamishly to my body. By evening, I would need to log on to participate in the war between Golden Dawn and Hurricane City, but the morning held something far more important: meeting Murong Shanshan's mother. We hadn't been able to see each other since that fleeting glimpse last time, but this time Murong Shanshan had taken the initiative to ask me to come with her to meet her mother. I wondered what it was all about.
I got out of bed, took a shower, and changed into a new set of clothes—a very casual outfit, but according to Li Qing, it was considered a top-tier world-renowned brand. Xinyu hadn't spared any expense for this outfit.
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