Chapter 8

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I stood outside the door, not daring to go in.

Approaching home evokes even more apprehension.

In this lifetime, I've only been away for two years, but if you add my past life, it's been decades since I came back.

[Xiao Chen, you're back!]

My mother, nearing fifty, opened the door and walked towards me.

I saw that my mother, who had always taken good care of herself, now had quite a bit of white hair.

Mother pulled me inside.

Father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper; he looked up instinctively when he heard the sound.

[You unfilial son, you still dare to come back!]

I walked up to my parents and knelt before them.

[It's my fault for being unfilial!]

Mother got anxious and quickly helped me up.

[What is this about? Old Zhao, still tossing an attitude, are you? You'll be kneeling on the washboard later!]