Song Zhiwei looked at Mei Ziwen, who had gray hair and patches all over her body, and said nothing. It was already difficult for her to support herself, and how could she still have the energy to go to Hong Kong City to find her son.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Let's live the same life as before."

Mei Ziwen shook her head. She clearly felt that her body was getting worse every year. How long she could live depended on God's will. She might fall asleep one day ...