In Capital City, a traditional courtyard home was shrouded in the night's darkness.
Zhao Dawei walked in briskly, carrying a black suitcase. "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
His face was all smiles, as if he had just received some incredibly good news.
A couple in their fifties came out to greet him. Exuding an intense air of authority, they looked every bit like officials.
"Son, you've lost weight, but you look more energetic," Mother Zhao said with a joyful smile. "I'll go cook dinner. You and your father should have a good chat."
"No need to cook. I ate on my way back," Zhao Dawei said, setting down his suitcase and plopping onto the sofa. "Mom, I want to get married. Are there any suitable, beautiful women you know?"
Father Zhao and Mother Zhao were both stunned, their faces etched with sorrow. The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly somber.
