The paper is very light in my hand. Yang Jun felt that it weighed a thousand pounds. The black characters on the white paper are printed clearly. Biological parentage is not supported. Two reports. One share belongs to the son. One share belongs to my daughter. None are supported.
Yang Jun is sitting on the electric car. The yellow takeout clothes on my body have long been washed and faded. The collar is frayed. He stared at the paper in his hand for ten minutes. My mind was buzzing.
Twenty years. A full twenty years.
