July 21, at dusk.
Bai Wenna leaned against the bookshelf in the corner of the living room, tilting her head with the red telephone receiver wedged between her shoulder and ear.
While dusting off the fur left by Yuri with a feather duster, she complained to Ke Youqing on the other end of the phone with a string of curses, "At such a critical time you disappeared for an entire afternoon, completely unreachable, with no sense of responsibility! Mingye's right arm was injured by those crazed people, his arm is even fractured! It's lucky no one at home was hurt, otherwise, as a father, you'd have to kneel and apologize..."
Ke Mingye slouched on the living room sofa, rolled his eyes, and silently listened to both the news broadcast coming from the TV and his mother's endless nagging.
