Li Jiahao's elderly mother struggled out of bed. "Go, let's go. I'm already better. I won't stay in the hospital."
His elderly father hurried forward to support her. "You aren't fully recovered yet. Let's wait until you're completely cured!"
"No, I won't stay here. It's too stifling here—I can barely breathe. This isn't a place for us. We're going home."
"Home?"
"Jiahao has a place here. I want to cook a meal for the officers. And while I'm at it, tell you Jiahao's story."
Li Jiahao had a rented room in Nie's City. It was tiny, barely twenty square meters. The location was remote, the surroundings run-down, and public safety was poor; he lived here purely because it was cheap. With the elderly couple, Shi Tiexin, and Cheng Long all arriving, the space became extremely cramped.
The room was simply furnished: one bed, one clothes rack, and every daily necessity was cheap and basic. Only the computer was fairly well assembled, fully displaying the true colors of a programmer.
As a programmer, Li Jiahao's income was not low. He should not have been living so frugally.
But there was a reason for all of it.
"Jiahao was a good child. From childhood to adulthood, he was always a good child. He was sensible, clever, hardworking, filial, gentle, and ambitious. He got married smoothly, had a child smoothly. We were always content, thinking that if such a happy life could go on, it would be Heaven's greatest gift." The elderly mother picked up the photograph by the bed and stroked it. In the picture were the elderly couple, Li Jiahao, and a baby barely one month old.
There should originally have been one more person in the photograph, but that part had been torn away.
"Unfortunately, everything changed because of that