Tang Ziyi sat numbly on a bench outside the hospital, staring blankly into space. He felt hot tears rushing down his cheeks but made no move to wipe them away. Shock and disbelief coursed through him as he struggled to process what he had just learned - the people who had raised him, who he had always thought of as his parents, were not actually his biological parents.
Fragments of memories from his childhood began to replay in his mind. Simple moments - his dad piggybacking him when he was tired, his mom's soothing voice singing him to sleep, family meals filled with laughter and joy. He had never questioned that he belonged with them. They didn't have much money but he remembered feeling so content, so happy, so loved.
