On the other side, when Gu Yu got home, he found his parents busily packing things up.
All over the living room floor were several suitcases piled haphazardly, each one open and filled with clothes for every season.
Hearing the door open, Gu Yu's mother looked up from the suitcases scattered on the floor and, seeing Gu Yu standing at the door still somewhat disoriented, she smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, you're back?"
"Mom," Gu Yu came back to his senses, glanced around the living room, stepped through the door, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Packing stuff, silly child," Gu Yu's mother said with an excited expression, telling Gu Yu, "The visa has already come through, and your dad booked the flight tickets for early next month."
"That soon?" Gu Yu was stunned for a moment and then frowned, saying, "Didn't you say, even in the best-case scenario waiting for a donor, it would at least be two to three months?"
