After getting a neat and tidy haircut at the barbershop, the man wasn't quite used to the reflection in the mirror.
"My son is so handsome!"
Luo Xiaoyun looked at her son in the mirror, smiling from ear to ear.
The man felt a bit embarrassed.
Walking on the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, he glanced around: "Not much has changed, hasn't that row of old houses been slated for demolition for ages? They're still there?"
"Ugh, they say they'll demolish them every year, but for the old folks living in there, this is the only hope they hang onto."
"Mom, you don't have to hold me, didn't the doctor praise how well I've recovered physically?"
"Even if you've recovered well, you need support. You've just woken up a few days ago and already think you're fine, the doctor also said you shouldn't move too much during this period—if it weren't for your dad being so busy..."
