The woman didn't wait for them to respond, the scene before their eyes blurred; when Chu Yi opened his eyes again, what came into sight was the old house that they stayed in. He watched and compared them with the house in his memory. Apart from the fresh and new colors that hadn't yet faded with time, nothing has really changed. The kerosene lamp still hung from the eaves, dried vegetables strung to the beans, and the most common wooden chair...
As soon as his mind focuses, Chu Yi heard the sound of the door followed by a wet mucus-filled cough. The voice, mixed with soft gentleness spoke softly: "Why are you coming back so early, Did mother give you a hard time again?" The man answered vaguely and the soft voice reappeared, "Let them go, be careful of the sickness..." Then there was another cough.