"Son! My dear boy, weren't you playing basketball? How come you are here?" This elderly couple clutched the jersey tightly in their hands, weeping loudly, overcome with extreme pain.
Having not found their son's remains, they had clung to a sliver of hope, but now they were completely shattered.
They had prepared themselves for the worst, yet they hadn't anticipated it to be this dreadful, not even being able to see their son's whole body; it was truly a human tragedy.
Seeing the couple so heartbroken, to prevent them from dying of grief, Lin Yifan comforted, "Old folks, don't be too sad; the departed have left, and they can no longer return."
"No! My son is not dead, this is fake, all of it is fake!" The couple still wept loudly, their sorrow driving them to question everything they saw.
At that moment, aside from offering solace, it seemed there was nothing more Lin Yifan could do.
