In the small courtyard, the elderly couple, Zhao Kangyou and Zhang Cuimei, sat desolately in their empty home. They sat on the sofa in the pitch-dark living room without uttering a word. Zhang Cuimei was continuously wiping her tears, while Zhao Kangyou's eyes were red as he smoked.
At that moment, there was a CLICK. The unlocked door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure slowly walked into the dark house.
The elderly couple looked up, and in the moonlight, they could see the person's face.
Zhao Kangyou was frozen in shock. Nearby, Zhang Cuimei's face was also filled with disbelief. They stared blankly at Zhao Dong, tears silently streaming down their faces.
"Son... son... is that you? Have you come back to see Mom and Dad?" Zhang Cuimei's crying voice rose. She wasn't scared; there were only endless tears.
