Xu Wenwan met with An Dongyang without any trouble. Due to his hunger strike, the man's once somewhat chubby face had grown much thinner. After three days without so much as a drop of water, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, looking utterly weak.
Tears instantly welled up in Xu Wenwan's eyes.
She threw herself at the man's side and burst into tears.
The sound of crying woke An Dongyang. When he saw it was Xu Wenwan, he was stunned. "Wen Wan, what are you doing here?"
"You fool. If I hadn't come, I never would have known you were on a hunger strike."
The two locked eyes, their expressions full of sorrow. It was like a scene from a movie: lovers torn apart by their parents, reuniting after many long years.
Standing to one side, watching her son embrace Xu Wenwan, his mother was about to explode with fury. But her mouth wouldn't open; she couldn't utter the words to make them separate.
'What is going on? What in the world is happening?'
The woman was frantic.
