"Uh..."
Zhou Shen hesitated before saying uncertainly, "Miao, don't you know? Hungry Monkey sent me a message saying his mom died, he's organizing a funeral, and told me to attend on time."
"..."
Chen Miao stood still with an expressionless face, walked over to Hungry Monkey, and looked at the black and white photograph in front of the small mound of dirt, the very photo that he had shattered that morning with a punch.
After a long while.
He started speaking with a hint of guilt, "Sorry about that, how about I buy you a new one tomorrow? Do you want a new mom?"
Hungry Monkey didn't speak, just knelt down on the spot with red-rimmed eyes and a tragic smile, slightly shaking his head. "No need, I know, I've been lying to myself all along."
"My parents died when I was very young; I don't remember them at all, I don't even know what they looked like. After that, I was sent to an orphanage."