"Yang! Want to go out for some fun? How about a walk?"
"No, I'm good. You guys go ahead."
Standing outside the firmly shut door, mom caught a glimpse of dad at the entrance and gave him a look: He's not going! And then the two of them happily went out.
Bai Yang confined himself in his room, having sat for two hours already. He propped his head up, motionlessly seated in his chair, with a time capsule on the desk in front of him. Its glossy stainless steel case stretched his face, making him look like an image in a distorting mirror.
He felt he had done something foolish.
Pressing his lips together, Bai Yang silently locked eyes with the distorted reflection of himself on the surface of the time capsule.
