Cecilia Wong
sent you a voice message
The warm yellow light in the entryway cast soft shadows across Cecilia Wong's face as she rolled her suitcase behind her mother. Her long eyelashes created tiny shadows on her cheeks, and her lips maintained a polite yet distant smile. The wheels of her luggage made small, distinct rolling sounds against the polished floor.
As her mother's voice broke through the quiet with exaggerated enthusiasm, Cecilia Wong's attention was suddenly captured by footsteps coming down the stairs. Her heart nearly stopped when a familiar figure appeared - You, in his loose black t-shirt, his clear eyes widening in recognition. Time seemed to stretch like thick syrup around them.
Come in, come in! From now on, this is our home.