Guan Mo refused to divorce.

At first, he would send me messages and call me every day.

Always explaining those unclear things.

And I didn't block him, I just replied with one message every day: I'm busy.

He would come to pick me up after work.

And I would just politely smile and walk past him.

There was also a sleepless night when I saw him standing downstairs, following the moonlight.

Then I silently closed the curtains tight.

This situation lasted for over a month until he finally tried a different approach.

He went to find my mother.

When my mother called me and said Guan Mo had gone there.

I almost immediately drove over as well.

I was afraid of such a day.

As expected, I couldn't escape it.

As soon as I entered the house, I could hear the cheerful atmosphere inside.

There were many tonics on the coffee table, obviously brought by Guan Mo.

He was sitting there, peeling an apple for my mother.

Just like he used to take care of her in front of the sickbed a long time ago.

When he saw me, he instinctively stood up.

My parents didn't show any special reaction and were as warm towards him as usual.

During the meal, they also made his favorite spare ribs.

Guan Mo would occasionally sneak glances at me.

As if he saw a glimmer of hope.

Before leaving, my mother gave him something.

I glanced at it, it was a box of tea leaves.

It was the box I brought back for her after confessing to her a few days ago.

Now, she was giving it to Guan Mo.

She said, "Little Guan must be very busy with work, so you don't have to bother coming here all the time from now on."

After she said that, Guan Mo and I were both stunned.

My father supported my mother and turned around to go back to the room.

When she said those words, you could hear the choking in her voice.

After all, she had truly treated Guan Mo like her own son.

"Mom."

Guan Mo trembled and called out.

But my mother just turned her back and waved her hand.