Or were the green leaves just waiting for their turn to wither, before falling to the ground again? That cycle of seasons very much resembled the cycle of life.
Lu Yi turned off the engine. It was true that he hadn't been here in a long time, but the place seemed so foreign to him it felt as though it must have been an eternity since his last visit.
Color shimmered off his eyes when he took off his sunglasses, but the icy look within remained unchanged, cold and lasting like an iceberg in the South Pole. Or the combination between ice and water, condensing and freezing again into the ice of the North Pole.
He strode into the room. His uninvited presence made the three people in the living room surprised and uncomfortable.
"Pour your grandfather a cup of tea, Yuhan," said Ye Jianguo, giving his granddaughter's hand a soft pat.
