The family walked back home, their steps lighter and their hearts fuller than they had been in days. Just a short while ago, they had been consumed by worry and uncertainty, fearing the worst for Mo Xing. But now, with Mo Xing safely by their side, it felt as if the sun had finally risen after a long and grueling night. The weight that had been pressing down on their shoulders was gone, replaced by a buoyant sense of relief and joy.
As they approached the front door, Tang Wei moved with a newfound energy. Her face was still streaked with the tears she had shed at the airport, but now there was a brightness in her eyes, a joyful urgency as she fumbled with the keys. She pushed the door open, the familiar creak of the hinges echoing through the entryway, and stepped inside. It was as if she was seeing her home for the first time, and all she could think about was how to make it perfect for her son.
