Wei Zhenhua sat to the side, blankly watching his wife hug and kiss their son.
Coming to his senses, he cautiously held his son's hand, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb, feeling its reality, fearing that everything before him was just an illusion.
He gently tugged at his son's arm and whispered, "Let's go home."
"Yes, home, let's go home."
Immersed in sadness, Fan Xiaohong seemed to come to her senses too.
She quickly put her son down from her lap, stood up, and then staggered, nearly falling, thankfully caught by Wei Zixu.
"Mom~"
Wei Zixu softly called out, his eyes full of concern.
"Mom is fine, mom just sat for a bit too long, her legs are a bit numb, it'll be fine in a moment."
Fan Xiaohong leaned against the chair, taking deep breaths, while Wei Zhenhua gently patted her back with a face full of worry, knowing fully well this wasn't just numbness.
