Sie Yufei and Sun Guanghui carried Chen Daya out on a stretcher just as Mr. Wang happened to come to deliver a meal.
He held the lunchbox, staring blankly at his wife strapped to the stretcher, standing there stupefied, like a block of wood.
"Umm, umm!"
Chen Daya's mouth was taped shut; she couldn't speak and could only look at her husband with pleading eyes, trying to get him to come over and snatch her away.
Mr. Wang's body violently trembled, as if he had just come back to his senses.
Under his wife's beseeching gaze, his toes moved slightly, inching forward.
Then he quickly backpedaled three steps, pressing his back against the wall as if there were nowhere else to retreat to. He seemed to wish he could blend into the wall, habitually lowering his head to watch his toes, avoiding Chen Daya's gaze.
Chen Daya's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at him in disbelief.
