Tang Yu looked at her mother and felt utterly helpless.
"Cancel it."
"I won't cancel it, not even if you kill me."
"..." Tang Yu pressed the elevator button, the doors opened, and she got in.
Yu Zhaohui followed her in, "If it were anyone else, they would wake up from their sleep laughing if their mother bought them such a nice house. Yet here you are, looking so unhappy."
"I don't need it."
"How can you not need it? You can move in right now, I can get all the furniture sorted out today."
Tang Yu would leave Kyoto.
This was not her home.
It seemed that ever since her parents divorced, she had always been without a permanent home.
She didn't know what feeling at home tasted like anymore.
Honestly, she yearned to have her own place, to provide a home for the four little ones.
But even that was not possible.
She thought of settling down eventually, striving to buy a house, and raising the children on her own; that would be her home.