Cao Qiu started to speak, but Sun Zhuzi tugged at her. She flung his hand off.
Sun Jiaming looked at his mother, not backing down an inch.
Cao Qiu clenched her jaw and thought for a moment. Instead of losing her temper again, she went into the house.
'Why? Because she was about to tell her son that he needed to come to the city with her. It would be harder to convince him if they were in the middle of a huge fight.'
After his parents went inside, Sun Jiaming gestured for Gu'er to go in too.
Gu'er told Sun Jiaming to go ahead, then bent down to pick up the red gauze scarf from the ground.
The scarf was torn and had been trampled into the dirt.
For some reason, Gu'er's heart stirred. If Sun Jiaming's parents hadn't returned today and he had given her the scarf, she might not have worn it. But now, looking at the ruined and dirty scarf, she felt a pang of heartache.
