Pei Yuan's past
Nana reached the address that Pei Yuan texted her an hour later. It was a small home a little distant from the city life. The surrounding was quite pleasant with trees and gardens around it.
She stepped inside. On the walls, she saw photo frames hung on the wall. There was a boy and his mother in it, smiling and laughing. The boy was a baby who grew up to be a year old, then two years until Nana thought he was around nine years. Then there were no pictures with his mother.
"Pei Yuan?" Nana called out.
"Nana."
Startled, Nana looked behind her. Pei Yuan was smiling at her as he walked towards her.
"You came."
Nana nodded. "Yes. Now can you tell me what important thing you were going to say?"
Pei Yuan didn't respond. Instead, he looked sideways at the walls where Nana was gazing at just a moment ago.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?"
Nana said, "Yes, she is." She took a pause. "She is your mother, right?"