His older brother, Wei Bai, sat in a wheelchair, his face pale and his eyes sunken. A fresh blanket was draped over his legs.
He saw Wei Song and his lips moved, but only a few words tumbled out in the end.
"Good… Everything's good!"
The stagnant, death-like despair deep in his eyes had faded considerably overnight.
Wei Song went to meet them, taking the large woven bag from his mom's hands.
It felt heavy, as if filled with stones.
"Mom, didn't I tell you to pack light? What is all this?"
Zheng Jingfeng wiped the sweat from her brow and smiled.
"It's all things we'll need. Pots, pans, and some old things from home... Everything is expensive in the city. Every bit we can save helps."
Wei Song said no more. He hoisted the bag and placed his other hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"Dad, I'll push."
Wei Tang let go and stepped aside, watching Wei Song with a complicated look in his eyes.
It was a mix of relief, worry, and a hint of… indescribable unfamiliarity.
