Maya bit her lower lip and didn't shout "Mom" out.
She turned her head and buried her face in Julian's neck, refusing to say a word.
There is no joy of reunion after a long separation, nor is there the intimacy and dependence between mother and daughter. The relationship is even worse than that of strangers.
Vivian Zhao had a complicated expression. She glanced at her daughter, then her eyes fell on her son's face. She slowly moved her gaze downwards, passing over the wrinkles on his shirt, the ambiguous water stains on his trousers, the blushes on their faces, and some faint smells...
Her face turned pale, her mouth opened but she couldn't speak, and she hurried downstairs.
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