The old Yu Family had been through a long night, and by dawn, there was still no news from Yu Jingting.
Bobo, who usually doesn't cry, stopped taking his milk, not sure if it was because his sister had disappeared or because the taste of Suizi's milk had changed after her fever.
Lying down listlessly on the bed, he didn't cry, but his chubby face lost its usual brightness.
Suizi didn't know whether her heartache was reflecting on her son making him look sad, or if this child was just mature beyond his years and he was genuinely distressed.
The joy had been sucked out of a home that had lost its child.
Life was ordinarily simple, it should have been time for breakfast now.
The family would be bustling at the dining table, bickering and joking. Then the ones who worked would go to work, while the ones who studied would go to school.
Wang Cuihua would wait for her two grandsons to take their morning nap before preparing the eggs and batter.
