Mother

Hardship had left its mark of time on that face, seeing the dyed white hair on her temples, Jiang Chen could not help but become teary-eyed.

"Mom!" Jiang Chen hugged his mom.

"Little Chen, you're finally back." Embracing her beloved son, Li Xuemei's voice was choked with emotion.

"Mhmm, I'm back. Your son has grown up," the rim of Jiang Chen's eyes were full emotions as he took a deep breath and said with a tremulous voice.

"Accomplished or not, you're always my son! Old man, your son is back. Come out and take a look!" Lin Xuemei shouted behind her.

But there was no response in the room.

She slapped her forehead and chuckled when it dawned on her. "Look at this memory—I think your dad is probably playing chess in that stone pavilion in the district. You quickly go look for him, since it's almost time to eat. That old man must be showing off with his chess friends, flaunting the house that his dear son had purchased in Wanghai City."