Zuo Ying was drying her hair after a shower and settling into her usual asylum clothes when she heard the lock of her cell opening. Emerging from the bathroom with a towel still on her shoulders, she spoke. "Um?... Isn't it time for ward rounds yet, right?"

You reached out to touch the surprisingly new flowers in her room. The guards said no one had visited her, so it was strange. But as soon as you heard her voice from behind you, you slowly turned to her. Zuo Ying thought the color of your hair was so familiar. "Who are you..."

There was no smile on your face, just a serious expression. As you turned to her fully face-to-face, she quickly recognized the person in front of her—the woman she let live, her only family. Zuo Ying smiled softly. "Zuo Yang"

After seeing her for a few seconds, Zuo Ying approached you. She moved even closer and put her hands near your face, even knowing you would likely push her away. "You've finally come to see mom... After so many years. You have no idea how much I've missed you—"

Just as she spoke, you pushed her hands away. Zuo Ying grabbed some newspapers as she sat down on the couch and pointed to a chair. "Come, sit down. Let Mom take a good look at you."

The silver-haired woman said, sunlight shining through the window behind her, lighting up the room with furniture, books, and some small figures on a flat surface nearby.