I didn't sleep well that night.

Since I found out about Tang Xuexi's existence, it has only been two short days, but I feel like all my energy has been drained.

In the morning, when Guan Mo was leaving, he looked at me and asked, "Are you not going to work today?"

I shook my head and said, "I took a day off."

He immediately came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just a bit tired and want to rest. You can go."

As he was about to leave, he kept looking at me with concern.

But I just sat there, eating fried eggs.

I didn't look up, nor did I see him off.

After ten o'clock, I left the house.

When I returned home, my father was watering the flowers, and my mother was sitting next to him giving instructions.

She looked much better.

As soon as I entered, she enthusiastically asked, "Didn't your husband come back with you?"

She is particularly fond of Guan Mo, always calling him her son-in-law, even more affectionate than her own daughter.

I paused for a moment and lied, "It's a workday today, so he's not taking a break."

Actually, in the past, Guan Mo always accompanied me home.

But this time, I didn't tell him.

During dinner, my mother took out a box from the cupboard and handed it to me. "Take this tea with you when you go back. I remember he likes this brand. I had my sister buy it for him when she went on a trip."

I reached out and took it.

The words I was going to say got stuck in my throat.

There's a reason why my mother is so close to Guan Mo.

Since last year, her health hasn't been good, and she spent a long time in the hospital in the second half of last year.

Guan Mo took care of her tirelessly by her bedside.

He was even more attentive than me.

At that time, our relationship was at its best.

My mother joked that from then on, Guan Mo became her own son.

I asked what I was then.

She said I was her daughter-in-law.

Laughter filled the hospital room.

There was no sense of desolation that comes with being in a hospital, nor was there any impatience in taking care of a patient.

Those were truly good days.

Looking at the tea my mother presented like a treasure, I couldn't bring myself to mention the divorce with Guan Mo.

She's not in good health now and is slowly recovering. It's rare for her to be happy.

I think I'll bring it up next time.