"Wife, let me listen to our son's voice again."
"I know he can't talk yet, I just miss him."
"He can't make any noise anymore? How much time has passed?"
"Wife, don't cry! I'm not scolding you, it's okay, I will bring another son home in a few days."
"Hug, hug. How could I have the heart to lock you up all alone in such a dark place? You need company."
"Stop crying! Rest assured, the son I bring will indeed be your own flesh and blood, I already know you've hidden him in the hotel."
In the dimly lit front desk of the hotel, a man in a raincoat squatted by the phone, constantly mumbling something as if he were on a call.
His tone was very gentle, and it seemed like his wife was on the other end of the phone.
The brim of the raincoat's hood obscured most of his face, and the man's voice was filled with love as he occasionally acted coquettishly towards his wife on the phone, appearing to be very much in love.
