Standing before his front door, Xu Wuyi calmed his racing heart and raised his hand to press the doorbell.
"Who is it?" His mother's familiar voice came from inside, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
The door opened.
Mrs. Xu was wearing an apron, still holding the vegetables she had been halfway through preparing.
When she saw who was standing outside, she froze, so stunned that she didn't even notice the vegetables slipping from her hand and falling to the floor.
"Ah… Ah Yi?" Mrs. Xu's voice trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.
"Mom, I'm home," Xu Wuyi said with a smile, opening his arms.
Mrs. Xu threw her arms around him, patting his back firmly. "You silly boy! Why didn't you tell us you were coming! I haven't prepared a thing… And your father…"
"Who is it?" Father Xu's voice called from the living room, followed by the shuffle of slippers across the floor.
