No one shared short videos. No one posted on social media. In fact, no one even took out their phones to record the event. It wasn't that they didn't want to share the moment and let more people appreciate the spirit of filial piety. Rather, guided by the virtue that recognizes the difficulty of mending one's ways, they couldn't bear to let the repentant prodigal son be caught in a whirlpool of public condemnation.
Gradually, the onlookers, all with tear-streaked faces, began to disperse on their own. They wanted to give the father and son, who had reconciled with such difficulty, some space.
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On the other hand, Qin Fan, who had left the auditorium, didn't go directly back to his dorm. Instead, he walked toward the women's dormitory.
"Auntie!" Outside the guard booth at the dormitory entrance, Qin Fan called out with a smile as he tapped on the glass.
