"Xiaoyan, let's go. We can't be late. You know that your grandfather doesn't like latecomers," He Muyun told Lin Yan after she was done.
Lin Yan nodded when she heard He Muyun and stood up. She put her arm around her mother's arm and strode to the door.
…
Her mother's place was situated in the outskirts of the city, so they had to commute for almost an hour before they finally reached their destination.
Lin Yan was caught in a flurry of memories when she saw the house. Her childhood was tightly linked to this house. She had made so many fond memories here.
Lin Yan still remembered that there had been an old racing car here when she was a child. It had been her grandfather's favorite, most valuable possession. When he had gone bankrupt, he had unfortunately been forced to sell it away.
Soon, Lin Yan and her mother walked towards the living room.
"Aunt, you're here." A young boy who was about 20 years old looked at He Muyun.
