Stepping inside, Wang Ming Liang saw that Di Tou was quietly standing in the dark and couldn't help but let out a sigh. About a month ago, an old man who had saved her once when she was no taller than three feet passed by the village lugging "Pi LaShi" over his shoulder. What was amazing was that the old man who had once saved her, whom she had thought had long since passed away looked the same as he did over fifty or sixty years ago!
At first she had wanted to go up and thank him, but after thinking for a moment she felt a little awkward. Back when the old man had saved her, she had been five, maybe six, and was still a cute little girl. Now she was an old aunty! The similarities beyond the name were a bit hard to identify. Plus, who knew if this was the son or grandson of the man who saved her.
