Yunfeng cried until his body felt too heavy to move. Even though no tears physically fell, his soul ached with the weight of his grief.
After a while, he lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling. The ache in his chest dulled, but the emptiness remained.
Then, a pair of shoes entered his vision.
Hana.
She walked toward their mother and wrapped her arms around her from behind. The hug was gentle, warm, careful—as if she were afraid that even the slightest pressure might break Lin Jinju apart.
"I'm back. Did you eat anything? I'll heat up some leftovers for you."
Lin Jinju simply nodded, her eyes still focused on the sweater in her lap.
"I made a sweater for your brother," she murmured, a small, sad smile curling at her lips.
Hana hesitated for just a second before forcing a bright expression.
"This… it looks good."
She placed her school bag on the table and sat next to their mother, watching her fingers continue their slow, messy knitting.
