Mo Yixuan stood up and held Yuan Yuan's hand. As the sunlight shone on them, their figures seemed lonely and dejected.
They had come to the village, full of hope, but they didn't manage to find anything.
"Yuan Yuan, your mother isn't here," Mo Yixuan said as he looked into his son's hopeful eyes. He seemed crestfallen as he tried to tamp down his sorrow.
He hadn't been able to sleep well these days and fretted over her safety every day. He kept telling himself that she'd be fine and was merely trying to hide from him and that she must have hated him so much that she didn't want to be found.
He would dial her number every day but each time, he received an automated voice message that told him, 'the number you're trying to call cannot be reached.'
He would even send her text messages every day, even if he never received a response.
