Gao Yang's mother reached out a hand and touched Gao Yang's face, then drew her hand back and fiercely pinched her own face before saying in a daze, "This isn't a dream."
After speaking, Gao Yang's mother embraced him tightly with all her strength, hugging Gao Yang so fiercely that she immediately burst into heart-wrenching sobs.
"Mom!"
The moment Gao Yang was held in his mother's embrace, he could no longer contain himself and finally cried out in pain.
Gao Yang was a head taller than his mother, and through his tear-blurred eyes, he saw his mother's head of silver hair, which made him feel as if he couldn't catch his breath.
Gao Yang's mother had just turned fifty this year, but her hair was already white. Gao Yang immediately knew the enormous pain his mother had endured over these past three years.