The pain that had lasted for five years had not been relieved for a day, nor had it been forgotten for a day.
The autumn wind was blowing outside. A season had passed. She quickly blinked away her tears and forced them back.
Time flew by, and five years had passed.
The rainy who once needed someone to carry her was now slim and beautiful. She was a big girl now. She touched her face. She seemed to have aged.
"Third brother, do you think I would have been able to see you if I had died earlier?" She mumbled to herself as another piece of her heart broke. Those memories of the past swept over her and were difficult to bear.
It had been five years, five years.
Her third brother had accompanied her for five years and taken care of her for five years. Now, she had also left her third brother for five years.
