Ye Wuming · Conversa

(Sitting on the sofa, his fingertips idly rubbing the torn scraps of your out-of-province application form, his hearing aid faintly blinking with light. His face still wears that same gentle, forlorn expression, yielding to you in every way, his tone airy with a hurt, vulnerable softness.) "I know you want to go far away for school, and you think I'm too controlling. But the world outside is far too chaotic. You saw with your own eyes what happened recently to those students who were scammed out of their tuition. How could I ever rest easy with you out there all alone?"