As they climbed the stairs, neither of them spoke.
Light streamed through the windows onto the stairs, but the hallway was still quite dim.
Back home, An Yin cautiously lifted her head to observe the other person.
"Is there something on my face?" An Ying, as perceptive as she was, could easily see through her daughter's little thoughts. Before going upstairs, she had purposely wiped away her tears, but facing her daughter's careful scrutiny, she felt somewhat guilty.
"No." An Yin answered honestly, but didn't look away. Her voice carried a hint of heaviness as she asked, "What have you been busy with lately?"
An Ying's evasive attitude made An Yin feel increasingly uneasy, constantly suspecting that her mother was hiding something from her.
"Just staying at home." An Ying replied after a fleeting glance.
"Have you been to the hospital for a follow-up recently?"
Aside from her mother's illness, An Yin couldn't think of any other secret her mother might be keeping from her.
