Lin Zhendong, a leading figure, lay on a bed with peeling red lacquer.
He squeezed out the last of his strength, rolled his eyes, and could barely make out the withered back of his hand through his fading vision.
A childlike smile appeared on his face. He could no longer see the bite mark on his arm. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes and ran into his mouth, bitter.
He murmured, “Jiacheng, you’re on your mother’s side. There’s a bite mark on my butt.”
He would never see the new spiderweb on the rafters again. Regret, remorse...
“Zhendong, you’ve got a call. They want you to come back right away. Something’s happened at home.”
He woke to find his pillow wet. The past was unbearable. Time to turn the page and start again...
