She frowned, "Bo Yan, you're acting like my mom."
Bo Yan had heard Xia Siyu talk about her mom before, but she never spoke in this tone.
Xia Siyu explained, "Back then, my mom was strict. If I didn't practice dancing seriously, she'd hit my palm with a ruler. But besides that, she was very kind to me. When I went to school, she'd always be helping me with something, whether it was packing my bag or reminding me not to bully classmates or get into fights. Just like you."
This analogy made Bo Yan laugh silently. Was she praising his concern for her or complaining he was nagging?
But one thing was clear, Xia Siyu felt close to him. Moreover, she gradually let go of her issues with her mom, not completely, as she wasn't qualified to replace her mom in forgiving those who wronged her. Yet, she was able to calmly talk about her mom and seriously face life.
Bo Yan smiled and said, "As long as you know. Take good care of yourself."
