In a daze, everything around me changed.

The Forest Beyond has vanished, replaced by a clear blue sky and a modern city.

The sound of car horns filled his ears, and the scent of jasmine wafted through the air. He was very familiar with this fragrance; it came from the flowers he had carefully cultivated in his yard.

He looked around in confusion, not understanding why he was there.

He stared blankly at the familiar building before him, lost in thought for a long time.

"This is...my home?"

Suddenly, my sluggish brain snapped back to reality.

He suddenly realized he was back on Earth, pushed open the closed door, and rushed inside!

"Dad! Mom!"

He hurriedly pushed open the door and saw his father sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, and his mother wearing an apron and chopping green peppers in the semi-open kitchen.

They all looked up at Ye Hua at the same time, and Ye's father's eyes showed displeasure.

"What's wrong with you, child? Why are you so clumsy? Can't you open the door more gently?"

Ye Hua looked at her father, her nose tingling with emotion, and she rushed over to him across the sofa.

With a thud, the two of them fell onto the sofa together.

After a dizzying moment, Ye's father regained his senses, looked at his son who was holding him, glared at him, and angrily scolded, "You brat! Are you trying to kill your father? Knowing that your father is weak, you still rushed at me like that. What are you doing? Trying to murder your own father?"

Ye Hua did not respond, but simply pursed her lips tightly.

At this moment, Ye's mother also put down what she was doing, walked over, wiped her hands on her apron, and looked at the father and son with curiosity.

"What's wrong? Did you suffer some hardship outside?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Ye Hua got up from his father's lap, looked at his mother, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

He didn't say a word, but simply stood up, hugged Ye's mother tightly, and refused to let go for a long time.

The couple were completely baffled by their son's strange behavior today.

They looked at each other and communicated in spoken language.

Mother Ye: He must have been wronged outside.

Mr. Ye nodded: Yes, we should comfort him.

Mother Ye nodded slightly.

She stroked Ye Hua's head and said gently, "Alright, my good son, Mom is here. Don't be afraid. Oh, did you suffer any injustice outside? Were you bullied? Tell Mom! Mom will go and settle the score with him for you!"

Ye Hua was amused by her mother's words, which sounded like she was coaxing a child.

He released his mother and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "No, Mom, you guessed wrong. I just played a game, and I haven't finished it yet."

"A game? Oh... Is it difficult?" Ye's mother asked curiously.

"It's tough." Ye Hua forced a helpless smile and said, "I encountered a big BOSS right at the beginning of the game, and it was super hard to beat! Luckily, there was a plot kill that helped me stay healthy, otherwise I would have lost."

Ye's mother and father exchanged a glance, their eyes seemingly pleading for help: What is a plot-driven death? What is invincibility?

Mr. Ye spread his palms in bewilderment, indicating that he didn't know either.

"In short... it will take some time to complete the game, right?" After racking her brains, Ye's mother finally came to this conclusion.

"Yes, the story of that game is very long, and it will take me a long time to get over it," Ye Hua said with a slight smile.

He glanced at his semi-open kitchen, sniffed, and then blinked curiously, asking, "Mom, what are you making? It smells so good!"

After Ye Hua reminded her, Ye's mother remembered that she still had stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts in her wok, and she slapped her thigh in surprise.

"Oh no! The meat's going to burn!"

After saying that, he hurriedly went to turn the meat over.

Ye Hua couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

He sat down next to his father and saw his father pick up a beer from the table to drink, so he stopped him.

"Dad!" Ye Hua grabbed his father's wrist and said very seriously, "Don't drink it anymore, be careful of cirrhosis of the liver."

"I only drink two or three bottles of alcohol a day, how could I possibly have cirrhosis?"

Mr. Ye smiled nonchalantly and then went to get more wine.

But he underestimated Ye Hua's determination.

He held Ye's father's hand tightly, preventing him from touching the wine.

"Dad! Listen to me!" Ye Hua bit her lower lip and said with difficulty, "Don't drink anymore! Something bad will really happen!"

Ye's father was stunned by Ye Hua's extraordinary behavior today.

He hesitated for a long time, glanced at the wine bottle with reluctance, and finally nodded.

"Alright then, I'll listen to my son today and not drink."

"Hmm..." Ye Hua nodded with satisfaction.

The father and son sat on the sofa, watching TV together, discussing the plot, and occasionally bursting into laughter.

However, compared to Ye's father's hearty laughter, Ye Hua's laughter always carried a hint of melancholy.

Before long, the steaming hot meal was ready.

Ye Hua was very proactive in serving dishes and meals, and even Ye's mother praised Ye Hua for being much more diligent today.

Then he sat down between the two elders.

The two elders simultaneously placed food into Ye Hua's bowl, one chopstick for vegetables and the other for meat.

Ye Hua stared blankly for a long time at the steaming white rice topped with a plate of garlic sprouts and a plate of stir-fried meat.

Finally, he picked up the bowl, grinned, and said, "Now that the food is ready, let's eat it while it's hot!"

Mr. and Mrs. Ye nodded at the same time.

They shared lunch, sunlight streaming through the glass and falling on Ye Hua's radiant smile.

He interacted with his parents with laughter and jokes, completely forgetting all his worries.

For the next few weeks, he stayed at home with his parents.

He would glance at the calendar every day, and his mood grew increasingly heavy.

Whenever Ye's parents saw him looking preoccupied, they would come up to him and ask him what was wrong.

"What's wrong, son? Is something on your mind?"

Ye Hua simply smiled and said casually, "No, it's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

"Oh...I see..."