Winter in the south was mild compared to the north. Although the capital was covered in snow, Kingstown had a great sunny day. It was the second time for Rong Haiyue to come to the Kingstown River. He came here the first time twelve years ago where he begged her to go back with him. She was in tears, calling him brother and crying no, but he lost his mind to anger and did something unforgivable. For twenty-two years, she seemed to be quiet and calm, but he knew that she had never forgiven him.
Stepping on the familiar ground again, Rong Haiyue felt quite complicated. More than twenty years ago, lamps had not been installed around here and grass was tall which could easily hide someone.
"Ah!" A scream brought Rong Haiyue back.
He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Cold wind blew from the river. Rong Haiyue looked in the direction of the scream. He did not see much, and there was no more sound. Rong Haiyue paced forward quietly.
