Both hands clung onto her husband's shoulders, her ears pressed against his chest, listening to the raw thump-thump of his heartbeat. Her own heart could not calm down.
...
A car stopped at the entrance to Jiang Mei's residential complex. The man leaning on the car door struck a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and flicked it away.
Little Dongzi skipped and hopped his way to the entrance of the complex, saluting the gatekeeper, "My mom asked me to buy something across the street."
The five-year-old boy became famous overnight because of his involvement in his parents' case.
The gatekeeper who was on duty told his colleague and then accompanied the boy to a supermarket across the street.
The man leaning on the car door watched the little boy with his hands in his tiny pockets, walking past him like a little adult.
Noticing the man's gaze, Little Dongzi turned his head, furrowed his little eyebrows, and scrutinized him with his shiny eyes.
