Zhang Xiu's eyes widened and she covered her mouth in astonishment as she heard her grandfather.
"But she would be remembered throughout history." My grandpa said with hope-filled eyes. The latter's look was solemn at first, but then, after realizing something, she frowned.
"Hold on… if that's the case, why don't many people remember her? She's not even in history books." She asked but Zhang Lee's lips curled upwards slightly.
"She is… if you know where to look." He replied. Zhang Xiu raised my brows with confusion written all over her face.
He continued, "However, these books are completely out of sight most of the time."
"Why's that?" Zhang Xiu inquired. The old man frowned and spoke a word that made me confused.
"Time." He said.
"Time?" I repeated but still wondered what he meant by that even before he explained.
