"Son, how are you doing?"
In Wang Ye's house, Wang Ye's mother sat at the head of his bed, clutching a photo of him in her hand. The picture was a reminder of Wang Ye's adorable childhood days and had always rested on his bedside table. Now, she cradled it in her arms.
As the sun began to set, a beam of yellow sunlight bathed her body, casting a frail shadow on the wall, accentuating her vulnerability.
"Alright, why do you keep coming to our son's room for no reason? Let's go. We don't have anything to do now. Let's go out for a walk."
Just then, the door swung open, revealing Wang Jianjun standing in the doorway.
Unlike Wang Ye, Wang Jianjun maintained his gentleness when addressing his wife.
"No, thank you..." Wang Ye's mother gently shook her head.
"Old Wang, can you have someone contact our son?"
It had been half a month since they last heard from him. On the first day, her son had called home at night.
