"I know I'm not in good health, but it definitely isn't some mental illness." The Middle-Aged Woman shook her head and waved her hands with an air of simple sincerity.
"Do you remember the ringtone just now? Situ An hasn't come back. I went out and searched the entire apartment building. That was just an auditory hallucination." Xuan Wen's tone gradually grew stern.
"An auditory hallucination?" The Middle-Aged Woman sounded unsure.
"It's a very simple question. Your son loves you so much. He has no reason to deliberately hide outside your door and refuse to see you."
"Yes, Situ An would never ignore my calls." The Middle-Aged Woman looked pained. "But..."
"These are the records and some photographs I found at Uncle Zhang's home. Most of them concern you. Your condition is getting worse. If this continues, you may never see your child again." Xuan Wen took out a large stack of black-and-white photographs. Everything photographed in this home was black and white: the neighbors, the plants, the apartments. Even the sunlight was deathly pale and unsettling.
When she opened the diary, there were records concerning the Middle-Aged Woman beneath every date. Line after line made for horrifying reading.
"Fake? It's all fake?" The Middle-Aged Woman's mind wavered. Xuan Wen followed that "crack" deeper, beginning to show her more things.
While the Middle-Aged Woman leafed through the fabricated diary, Xuan Wen slipped a hand into her pocket and quietly dialed Situ An's cell phone number.
The familiar ringtone sounded in the corridor. Memories danced to a certain melody, and all kinds of words flashed through the Middle-Aged Woman's eyes. Caught between confusion and clarity, she raised her head.
"My son is back! I can hear his phone ringing!" The Middle-Aged Woman closed the diary and tried to go outside, but