Su Li had padded the wall, so it didn't hurt to bump into it, and the sound was muffled.
Little Tang Mo bumped his head against it again and again until his strength ran out.
His throat was raw. He got out of bed, sat down at his little desk, and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking it, he slowly calmed down.
Little Tang Mo picked up a pen, lowered his head, and began to earnestly write down his thoughts.
"Mom isn't pitiful. There's nothing pitiful about her. I'll take care of my mom. I'll make her happy. I'll give her whatever she wants, and she can do whatever she wants. She'll have it better than all the other moms..."
When he finished writing, Little Tang Mo pressed his ear to the wall, listening for any movement next door.
He couldn't hear a thing. It was perfectly quiet. Su Li was probably asleep.
