Throughout it all, Shi Minyan remained silent.
He was wearing a dark gray coat, black trousers, a deep blue sweater, underneath which was a gray shirt, paired with a red tie.
The 32-year-old man, aside from a trace of fatigue in his eyes, had not changed much in appearance from who Shi Huan remembered.
He was still as handsome, gentle, and reserved as ever.
**
When the elevator finally arrived at the 11th floor, Shi Huan pressed the door open button, letting the family of three exit first before following them out.
Upon reaching room 1109, Shi Minyan pushed open the door and called out, "Mom."
The elderly Mrs. Shi on the hospital bed immediately looked up.
She was about sixty or seventy years old, with half-white hair, dressed in a patient's gown. Initially, she seemed cheerful watching TV, but when she saw her long-absent youngest son, her eyes welled with tears, and she began to cry, "Minyan, you're finally back, my Minyan."
