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At this moment, Xu Shen had returned to his home, as there was nothing more to do at the other place. He wanted to ensure the safety of himself and his family. Now that he had met the people he needed to see and said what he needed to say, he felt a sense of closure.
If he hadn’t met her, there would always be a small regret in his heart. Seeing her now, he realized that the girl hadn’t changed at all; she looked just as she did before. Her tone of voice was exactly the same as it had been in the past, with no alterations. It seemed that over the years, aside from him maturing slightly in appearance, everything else remained unchanged. She still resembled the girl he had always envisioned in his heart.
As Xu Shen walked alone to his room, a sudden ringing sound pierced through the quietness. At such a late hour, it was unusual for anyone to call him since most people were unaware of his routine. They knew that once he returned home, he would not answer any calls, except for his friends and mother. His mother rarely called unless there was something important to discuss.
When she did call, it usually meant something significant was happening or she needed to talk about something important. She wouldn’t typically reach out just to check on him; if she ever did so secretly, it would genuinely frighten him.
At this moment, the boy took out his phone. He didn’t show any surprise or excitement when he glanced at the screen and saw it was indeed his mother calling. He felt a hint of impatience on her end because she always seemed this way when she called—he often received news he didn’t want to hear.
Nevertheless, he answered the call safely; after all, it was his mother. Deep down, he felt happy that she needed something from him, even if it felt a bit troublesome. He believed that being able to do even a little for her brought him some balance. His work was also closely tied to both his parents; without their support and determination, he wouldn’t have his studio today.
There was no doubt that he should be grateful to them both. However, opportunities to express this gratitude were few and far between. Since this incident occurred, the frequency of his mother’s calls had increased, as had her requests for help.
The boy didn’t say much; he simply thought that since there was an opportunity to repay them in some way, what more could be said? Repaying them fully would indeed be quite challenging for him. However, if he could assist them with certain tasks within his capabilities, he would willingly do so.
When he answered the phone, there was no surprise or excitement in his tone. “I didn’t expect you’d call me so late. If you’re calling me at this hour, are you interrupting my rest? How do you know what I’m doing right now? I might already be asleep. If your call disrupts my rest, you know how I can be.”
He continued, “And you know what my working hours are like. Next time you call me, could you make sure it’s during my working hours? I don’t mind receiving your calls while I’m working.”
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