When Hua Yunfei woke from his coma, he found himself in a new place.
The ceiling looked a little familiar. He turned to look around. Everything felt so familiar, yet a little strange.
This was his room!
Though he had been dead for over a year, his parents hadn't abandoned his room. They had kept it spotlessly clean, and hadn't thrown away a single ornament on his computer desk.
Thinking of that, Hua Yunfei felt a pang in his heart.
Losing a child in middle age was truly devastating. It was hard to imagine how his parents had made it through the past year or more.
"Knock, knock."
The door was tapped twice, ever so cautiously, then pushed open gently. It was his mother, Wang Qing.
The moment she saw Hua Yunfei's eyes open, she was overjoyed and hurried to call his father, Hua Lanshan.
"You're finally awake. You scared us to death." Hua Lanshan and Wang Qing patted their chests, still shaken.
They had nearly thought that the precious son who had just returned to their arms was about to leave them again.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."
Hua Yunfei reassured them. He sat up and moved his body a little. The headache and dizziness had indeed disappeared.
"As long as you're okay. As long as you're okay."
Hua Lanshan and Wang Qing were like startled birds, terrified that the tragedy would happen all over again.
If it happened one more time, they truly wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Dad, Mom, why is this room still here?" Hua Yunfei asked, looking at the ornaments on his computer desk.
He didn't remember much, but he did have some recollection of his room.
"Because..."
Hua Lanshan and Wang Qing exchanged a glance, their faces bitter. Hua Lanshan finally said, "No parent