"Linlang, I'm sorry. 20 years ago, I rushed over to look for you as soon as I received your letter, but I was too late."
Ye Linlang stretched out her hand to wipe away Du Juan's tears.
She whispered, "We are finally reunited..."
"I've grown old..."
Du Juan smiled self-deprecatingly. Not only was she older now, but she had also gotten sick. She was no longer the young girl that they remembered.
"What about me? I don't even have my own face anymore."
Even now, whenever Ye Linlang looked into the mirror, she would see an unfamiliar face. At times, she would be so confused and stare at that strange face looking back at her. She just could not recognize it. It took her some time before she realized it was still her face.
"Linlang, I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime. I didn't expect God to be so merciful to me. I am so fortunate to be able to reunite with you again."
