Ji Nuan nodded.
She suddenly felt that the words Mo Jingshen spoke were more than ever before.
"Where are you going this time? The United States or Japan?" she couldn't help but ask.
He rubbed at her hair and whispered gently, "You'll know when you see the local specialty I bring to you."
...
Several days later, Ji Nuan received a phone call from Ji Hongwen.
Ji Mengran had been missing for ten days, and Ji Hongwen's voice sounded smaller and older than before. He didn't sound depressed, but Ji Nuan knew he hadn't been eating or sleeping well these days.
Today was the death anniversary of Ji Nuan's mother. It had been so many years, and time had diluted the sadness. Ji Nuan habitually looked at the sky for a long time that day, when she received a call from Ji Hongwen.
