C392 Stupid

In his dream, his mother had appeared many times, but she had never said a word. If he wanted to get close to her, she would step back a little. He had never been near his mother, never felt warm. There was only the cold feeling of loneliness in the dream.

How many times he had tried to touch her face, how many times he had awakened in a cold sweat. She kept calling out to her mother, her mother