Her entire body trembled as she fixed her gaze on ye chen, unwilling to move an inch.
"Brother, is that you?"
It had been seventeen years, and she had been missing and looking forward to that figure in the distance for countless days and nights.
However, now that she had really seen him, she felt like she was dreaming. She was afraid that the next moment, that familiar figure would disappear from her eyes.
Ye chen took a few steps forward and gently held her hand. He said in a trembling voice, "It's me, I'm back ..."
"Waa ..."
At that moment, the strong-willed ye Wen burst into tears and threw herself into ye Chen's arms. She cried like a teenage girl.
Her tears flowed wildly, and her heart-wrenching and extremely aggrieved cries spread to countless shantyhouses nearby.
Feeling her grievance, ye Chen's nose felt a little sour and endless self-blame suddenly emerged in his heart.
His second uncle, Ye Ming, had been kind to him since he was young.
