Huo Yi stood outside the imposing gates of his family home, anxiety swirling in his stomach. It had been a few weeks since he had left, and despite the warmth of the sun, a chill crept over him as he recalled the reason for his return. With no other options left, he had reluctantly agreed to come home. His mother's frantic phone call still echoed in his mind, the urgency in her voice slicing through his resolve.
As he stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood and lingering incense filled his nostrils, bringing back a flood of memories—some comforting, others painful. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the confrontation that awaited him.
The atmosphere was tense as he entered the living room. His mother sat on the couch, her expression a mixture of relief and worry.
"Huo Yi," his father began, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?"
