Wiping away her tears, He Jiyua's mother fumbled out a red packet and put it in Cuddlie's hands.
Cuddlie smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Grandma."
"Good, good…" He Jiayu's mother was still having a hard time controlling her emotions, and she looked at He Jiayu in gratitude. "Thank you. Thank you…"
He Jiayu lowered his gaze. "We're off, then."
His mother said anxiously, "But you haven't eaten yet!"
"That won't be necessary." He Jiayu smiled a little. "It's so awkward to have me here. Tell Old Li to come back. You two enjoy the festival."
His mother smiled in embarrassment. "Alright."
Su Xiaomo carried Cuddlie out first. He Jiayu followed them.
Walking past his mother, he whispered, "I'm sorry."
"What?" His mother stared at him in astonishment. The past then came back to her and she lowered her head, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. "I'm the one that should be sorry… I've been a disgrace to you all these years…"